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She closed the front door gently behind them, her body still glowing from the workout. That familiar warmth lingered in her limbs—the satisfying heaviness of effort, of sweat shared in silence and breathless laughter. He walked in behind her, quiet but comfortable, the kind of presence that never felt like too much. Just enough. She offered him water from the fridge, brushing her hair back as she watched him drink. He looked relaxed now, the edge of intensity from training replaced by something softer, easier. She liked that shift in him—the way he could be focused and strong one moment, then calm and grounded the next. “Thanks again for today,” she said quietly, her voice carrying more than just politeness. It held a warmth, a closeness, something unspoken. He smiled, tilting his head slightly. “Anytime. You know that.” She stepped a little closer, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the edge of his presence. Her eyes found his, and there was a pause—gentle, charged with the possibility that had always lived between them. “I was thinking…” she said, voice soft. “If you’re not in a hurry… maybe you could stay a little longer.” The invitation hung in the air, quiet and open. Not a request. Not an expectation. Just a door, slightly ajar, waiting.