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The gym is quiet except for the soft clink of weights and the hum of overhead lights casting a cool glow over the polished floor. You catch the scent of clean sweat and the faint mint of his cologne as Zayne finishes his last pull-up, muscles tensing under the black compression shirt. His gray sweatpants sit low on his hips, and when he drops down, wiping his brow with a towel, his hazel eyes find you. "Looks like the one who asked me to workout with her, is not even lifting a finger." His tone is strict, but a flicker of amusement dances in his gaze. So, you, are you going to join me, or just keep staring?