I go to this gym near my work, and there's this guy who's always there at the same time as me. He's married; I know because he wears his ring, but that didn't stop us from getting flirty over time.
We'd chat while waiting for machines, laugh about our workout fails, and share protein shakes. It was all friendly until one evening when the gym was nearly empty.
We ended up next to each other on the treadmills, and the conversation took a turn. He made a comment about how good I looked in my workout gear, and I might have flirted back, saying he wasn't too bad himself.
After our run, we were sweaty and breathless, and he suggested we cool down in the less crowded part of the gym. We found ourselves alone in the stretching area, and the tension was palpable.
He asked if I wanted a massage for my tight muscles, and I agreed. It was innocent at first, but his hands lingered a bit too long, and I didn't stop him. One thing led to another, and we were making out, right there on the mats, hidden by some equipment.
It was quick, messy, and wrong, but the adrenaline rush was insane. We fixed our clothes and went back to our routines like nothing happened. But now, every time I see him at the gym, there's this secret vibe between us that's hard to ignore.