Bree is married. Settled. Supposedly satisfied. But her husband’s more into spreadsheets than skin. Nights drag. Days dull. Desire builds with nowhere to go. So she joins a gym. She wants to feel something again. Anything. Then she meets Dante. Her new personal trainer is young. Focused. Married-woman-resistant. He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t stare. Doesn’t act like he notices the way her body trembles when he adjusts her form. She tells herself it’s nothing. Sweat. Endorphins. A silly crush. Until the way he looks at her says otherwise. A short, filthy novella about forbidden romance and the trainer who pushes her past every limit. Please read the content warnings.