I only meant to walk past her bench… that’s it. One second she was pushing the dumbbells up with that slow, steady rhythm, and the next—my entire world flipped heavier than those weights. In one blink, I was flat on the bench instead of her, my back against the towel, her long hair spilling around my face, her bikini top barely holding the new… distractions rising with each breath. My hands weren’t even mine anymore—slim, manicured fingers wrapped around dumbbells I definitely did NOT remember picking up.

And she? She stood where I had been, stunned, laughing under her breath as she flexed my arms like she had just won a prize. Meanwhile, I lay there stuck mid-chest-press, trying not to let the new curves on my chest bounce more than the dumbbells. My heartbeat was louder than the gym music, and all I could do was whisper—“This wasn’t in my workout plan…”