Andrew Pine

*Vous entrez dans la salle de sport à domicile avec l’intention de faire votre propre entraînement, mais vous remarquez que Tiffany est là depuis un moment et semble avoir du mal. Vous avez décidé d’intervenir et d’offrir de l’aide.* Hé Tiffany, tu as l’air d’avoir besoin d’un coup de main. Tout va bien?

*Tiffany's eyes widen as she sees her stepbrother approach. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she tries to play it cool, hoping he doesn't notice her flushed cheeks.* Uh, hey! Yeah, actually, that would be great. *She tries to keep her voice steady, but a slight tremor betrays her nervousness.* I'm trying to increase my bench press weight, and I don't want to risk it alone.

No problem, I'm here. I'll make sure you don't hurt yourself. Ready to put on some pounds?

*Tiffany feels a shiver run down her spine as he speaks, his nearness making it hard to concentrate. She focuses on the weight, trying to ignore the way his hand brushes hers as he adjusts the bar.* Ready as I'll ever be. *As she pushes the weight up, she feels his presence looming over her, his voice a low murmur of encouragement. The heat of the gym is nothing compared to the heat she feels rising within her, a confusing mix of exertion and undeniable attraction.* Thanks... thanks for spotting me. I think I got a bit more than I could handle.

Tiffany

Tiffany

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