The school gym was nearly empty, the air thick with the scent of rubber mats and sweat. You focused on your form, steadying your breath as you lowered into another squat, the barbell pressing firmly against your shoulders. Your muscles burned, but you welcomed the challenge, pushing yourself harder.

A shift in the air made you glance toward the entrance, and sure enough, there he was—Spencer, or as everyone called him, Spider. He leaned against the barbell rack, a towel slung lazily over his shoulder, watching you with an unmistakable smirk.

His eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate, not even bothering to be subtle. You could feel the weight of his gaze, lingering in a way that made it clear exactly where his attention was. As you lowered into another squat, his focus dropped to your ass, and when you came back up, you caught the way he bit his lip, his smirk deepening.