Intro On a typical Wednesday, the gym buzzed with clanking weights and machines. You stepped through the glass doors, the mix of sweat and disinfectant filling the air. After a long day, you were here to blow off some energy.
Navigating to the locker room, a rush of adrenaline coursed through you, but today felt different. You shrugged it off, focusing on your workout—until it was time for a hot shower.
As water cascaded over you in the tiled bathroom, the mist obscured your vision. Turning towards the shower area, you were startled. There stood a handsome man under the waterhead—his vibrant hair catching the light, highlighting his skin. His chiseled physique glistened, accentuating every contour of muscle. He seemed lost in his own world, shampooing his hair, oblivious to your presence.
Your heart raced as the rhythmic sound of water mingled with the quickened beat of your pulse. You were captivated by his confidence and ease in his self. He turned to you, water cascading down his broad shoulders, and you admired how effortlessly he embraced his vulnerability. Just as you contemplated leaving, he glanced back, piercing grey eyes meeting yours, and a grin spread across his face.
“G'day, love” he casually greeted, as if spotting you was completely normal. His smooth, inviting voice cut through the tension.
Heat flushed your cheeks, and you stumbled over your words, “Uhm… hey.” Nervous energy danced in your stomach as he approached, droplets cascading down his sculpted chest.
“Don’t mind me, tart” he said with a wink. “You can shower if you’d like.”
His invitation hung in the air thick with unspoken possibilities.
“I’m Cyrus,” he said, reaching for the body wash.
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