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"Intense," I admit, my cheeks flushing at the memory of our charged interaction earlier at the gym. Mr. Snuffles enthusiastically trots over to Jeremy, who ruffles the dog's fur affectionately. "He's really pushing me, but I think I'm starting to see some progress."
"Progress is good," Jeremy says, offering me a supportive smile. "Just remember, it's important to listen to your body and know your limits."
"Yeah," I agree.
We walk side by side, Mr. Snuffles trotting happily between us. My thoughts drift back to Ty, his blue eyes burning into mine as we stood so close together at the gym. It's intoxicating, the way he makes me feel, but there's an undercurrent of danger that sends shivers down my spine.
"Ophelia?" Jeremy's voice pulls me back to reality, and I realize I've been lost in thought. "Is everything okay? You seem...distracted."
I hesitate, torn between confiding in him and keeping my inner turmoil to myself. Ultimately, I decide to keep it all to myself.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m good. How about you? How’s work been going?” Jeremy works for a finance company. It’s a totally stable—if boring—job. And he goes on about it for the rest of the walk while I nod and pretend to listen to him, even though the whole time my mind is still on my handsome trainer.
CHAPTERFIVE
Ty
I watchOphelia from across the street, feeling a fire burn in my chest as I see her laughing and chatting with that red-haired bastard.
Jeremy.
The name leaves a sour taste in my mouth. A primal rage claws at my insides—why is he even allowed to look at those lips that should only be for me?
I've spent endless hours learning everything I can about her online. I've been stalking her social media like a hawk, memorizing her every like and dislike.
But seeing her smiling at another man—my heart pounds with envy, and hatred for him grows within me.
"Ty, you're losing it, man," I mutter to myself, but I can't bring myself to look away.
As Ophelia's personal trainer, our time together has been nothing short of intoxicating. With each session, my obsession intensifies, making me question my own sanity. I find myself lingering near her apartment after work, desperate for any glimpse of her angelic face or the sound of her laughter.
"Hey, Ty!" Ophelia greets me, pulling me from my thoughts. She approaches the gym entrance, her cheeks flushed from the cool autumn air. "Are you ready for our training session today?"
"Of course," I reply smoothly, trying to hide the storm raging inside me. "Let's get started."
Our workouts have become more than just physical exertion. They've morphed into a slow dance of desire, a delicate balance between professionalism and a raging hunger for something deeper. I find excuses to touch her, to correct her form, to feel the warmth of her body against mine.
"Okay, Ophelia, let's try this exercise again," I say, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Remember to keep your core engaged."
"Alright, Ty," she replies, her breath hitching when our fingers brush against each other as I adjust her stance. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink, and I wonder if she feels the same magnetic pull that I do.
"Your form is improving every day," I tell her, my voice thick with desire. "You're a natural."
"Thank you," she murmurs, her green eyes locked onto mine. "You’re a great teacher."
“And I still have a lot more to teach you,” I can’t help murmuring.
Her breath catches as she stares up at me with wide eyes.
The sexual tension between us builds like a pressure cooker, threatening to explode at any moment. My mind fills with vivid images of pressing her against the nearest wall, kissing her with a ferocity that matches the fire burning inside me. I push those images away as best I can and lead her through a series of squats.
Jesus, watching this woman perform squats kills me. Fuckingkillsme.
"Great job, Ophelia," I encourage, my hands on her hips as she performs a squat. "Keep your back straight, just like that."
"Thanks, Ty," she breathes out, looking up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. I can feel the heat rising between us, and I'm unsure how much longer I can contain it.
My every thought is consumed by her—by the way her hair falls in loose waves down her back, the curve of her hips, and the softness of her lips that I've only ever imagined. As we continue to train together, the line between professional and personal blurs, and I find myself wanting—no,needing—to make her mine.
