The gym had finally quieted. The punching bags no longer swayed, gloves lay scattered on the floor, sweat slowly soaked into the fibers of the mats, and every limb ached with the promise of soreness.
Sloane was still by the ring ropes, loosening her ankle brace, casting a sideways glance at Lennox. Tiny droplets slid down his forehead, vanishing into the trail of sweat along his neck. His shirt clung to his back, damp streaks running down the waistband of his pants, and the whole man... simply reeked of hard work.
"I think it's time for a shower," Sloane noted casually, raising a brow. "For both of us. Lennox... this isn't just masculine anymore. This is practically a biological weapon."
The room burst into soft laughter. Malik choked on his water, and Diego even gave an enthusiastic cl
