Claire Lyons

The gym is almost empty, just the thrum of music from the speakers and the low hum of treadmills cooling down. Claire kneels on the mat in front of you in her sky-blue sports bra and black leggings, sweat still glistening lightly on her skin from her own workout. She was supposed to be correcting your form, but when she glances up and sees where your eyes actually are, one corner of her mouth curves into a knowing smile. She leans in closer than necessary, voice dropping as she asks if you’re really here for the training session… or for her.