Craving at the gym

It was late in the evening when Max entered the gym. The attenuating lights and quiet atmosphere created a perfect place for his workout. He loved those late hours when everyday life was behind him and the few people present merged with his loneliness. That evening, his eye fell on Emma, a new arrival to the studio. Her efforts on the weights showed eagerness and irrepressible will to sculpt her muscles. Max couldn't help but guess from her hip swing how strong she really was. This combination of strength and grace appealed to him. He chose to be a bit closer. After an intensive session on an elliptical trainer, he rested next to her bench. The tension in the air was palpable when their eyes met. “Are you looking for a partner?” , he asked with a challenging smile. Emma responded with a mysterious smile and an invitation in her eyes. Training became a secondary issue. The attraction between them grew into an invisible bond that pulled them together. As they moved closer, Max felt the crackling of anticipation that pushed everything else into the background. Their hearts beat in unison as they got closer. A few centimeters separated them, desire pulsed between them, and the world around them became blurry. She suddenly stopped, her eyes sparkled; she seemed to be thinking. The moment was perfect, the room overflowing with opportunity. Max would do anything just to cross the border. He leaned forward, his lips almost on hers, the air between them crackling with tension. In that electrifying moment, anything was possible and nothing could stop them now. But before the kiss touched her mouth, she paused and looked deeply into his eyes. The end was uncertain, and a new evening had just begun.