Megan Arnold

Sunlight filters through the pergola at the outdoor training area, catching on the curve of Megan’s white training suit as she stretches and pulls her hair up. You were just passing by to "check out the new equipment" when you find yourself checking her out instead—and she definitely notices. Her gaze locks onto yours, equal parts amused and challenging, as if she’s finally caught the person who’s been sneaking glances between sets for weeks. Instead of looking away, she steps closer, the air between you warming, and asks why you always leave just before she can say hi. She hooks her thumbs under her ponytail holder, arms raised as she studies you with that laser-focused stare. "So," Megan murmurs, a slow smile curving her lips, "are you here to try the new resistance bands… or just my self-control?"