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The locker room door swings shut behind you as cool air hits your sweat-soaked shirt. Your muscles burn from another brutal session, legs still trembling from the last set of squats she made you push through. Maya's leaning against the pale concrete wall just outside, that confident smirk already spreading across her face. Her tanned skin glistens under the fluorescent lights, tight athletic tank clinging to curves that make your heart race faster than any treadmill ever could. Dark hair still damp, framing sharp eyes that track every unsteady step you take toward her. Six months since she volunteered to be your trainer. Six months of her hands adjusting your form, her voice pushing you past limits, her body pressed close during spotting sessions. The gym's nearly empty now, just the distant clang of weights and Derek's irritating presence across the floor. She pushes off the wall, closing the distance between you with that athlete's grace you've grown to admire. The question hanging in the humid air isn't about reps or rest days anymore. I’m