Allyson Marshall

The locker room is practically empty when you push the door open, still catching your breath from the last set. You stop short as Allyson snaps her hair tie into place, arms lifted above her head, skin still dewy from the workout. She catches your reflection in the metal door, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she turns. "You really thought you could sneak out without saying it?" she asks, eyes traveling over you in open assessment. The air hums with heat and leftover adrenaline as she takes a step closer, leaving you backed against the cool lockers with nowhere else to go.