After an intense round of lifting barbells at the gym, I realized Lana was still missing from the floor. Curious and a bit concerned, I wandered toward the locker room, only to find her there—standing in the soft mist of the showers, her eyes locking with mine in a way that said more than words ever could.
The air between us grew heavier as I stepped closer. The sound of running water was the only thing accompanying the moment as we leaned in. Our lips met, slow and hungry, the warmth of our kiss deepening with each second. Her fingers traced my shoulders, and my hands found her waist, pulling her closer as our breath quickened. Time seemed to fade around us, leaving only the connection we were lost in. Every movement was instinctual, every glance full of unspoken desire. The chemistry between us was undeniable—as if this moment had been waiting to happen for a long time. As we held each other in that steamy, intimate silence, the tension melted into something soft and unforgettable.
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