Gym

When she leaned in front of me at the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wouldn’t be a normal workout.

When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.

The gym hadn’t opened yet when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the empty locker room. That class wasn’t on the app’s menu.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.

Valentina saw the bulge under his shorts and didn’t ignore it. She stood up, glanced around to make sure the room was empty, and moved closer slowly.