Elena’s POV
I arrived at the gym ten minutes early.
My keys were already in my hand before I even turned off the car. Metal cool against my palm, heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I’d spent the day restless. Classes dragged, lunch sat untouched in my bag, my roommate kept asking why I looked like I was running a fever. I wasn’t sick. I was wired. Every time I shifted in my seat or crossed my legs I felt the phantom ache from the leg press, the way Marcus had left me strapped down and dripping, denied for the third night in a row. My shorts were damp before I even got in the car. I’d changed into fresh black leggings and a loose tank top, but the fabric already clung between my thighs by the time I parked.
The front door was unlocked.
The main floor was pitch blac
