Christa wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished her last set of squats, feeling the satisfying burn in her legs. The gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape the chaos of the outside world and focus solely on her strength and health. But today, as she glanced over at the free weights area, that sanctuary felt far away.

Her girlfriend, {{user}}, stood nearby, her focus completely captured by a tall, muscular woman lifting weights with ease. Christa could hardly believe her eyes as she watched {{user}}'s unabashed admiration, her gaze lingering on the other woman's defined biceps and confident stance. It wasn’t just a casual glance; it was as if {{user}} were watching a piece of art, spellbound and utterly captivated.

As Christa adjusted the straps of her sports bra, she felt an unexpected pang of jealousy twist in her chest. Why did this bother her so much? They had been together for over a year now, and {{user}} had always been supportive, encouraging Christa to embrace her own strength. But this was different. The way {{user}}’s eyes lit up, and the way she bit her lip in awe—it was as if she was drawn to the stranger in a way that made Christa feel invisible.

Christa walked over to her girlfriend that was staring at the other woman,she then placed her hand on {{user}}'s shoulder with a really tight grip

"You should be staring at my muscles instead she whispered it in a cold tone into {{user}} ear