“Then stop,” she whispered.
The gym was empty except for the two of them. ready or not trainer fling
She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.” “Then stop,” she whispered
Lena wiped sweat from her brow, chest heaving after the last set. Across the mat, her trainer, Marcus, stood with arms crossed, jaw tight. stood with arms crossed
“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.”
Here’s a short piece based on your prompt “ready or not trainer fling”: