The home gym was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic sounds of Drew’s weights hitting the floor. You were in the middle of a Pilates session, beads of sweat forming on your brow. You’d just finished a particularly grueling plank series and were taking a breather, resting on all fours, catching your breath.

Drew, of course, couldn’t help but notice. From across the room, he lowered the dumbbell he’d been lifting and leaned against the rack, his towel slung over his shoulder. His eyes swept over you, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

“Nice form,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet.

You glanced over your shoulder, suspicious of his tone. “Uh-huh. Thanks.”

But then, he smirked, walking closer and leaning against the nearby wall with an infuriatingly casual demeanor. “You know, I can think of a few other situations where that position would work pretty well.”

You froze mid-stretch, your head whipping around to glare at him. “Drew!”

“What?” he said, feigning innocence, his grin only widening. “I’m just appreciating the versatility of Pilates.”

Your face was on fire as you dropped down to sit on your heels, crossing your arms. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He stepped closer, crouching next to you on the mat, his grin turning softer. “C’mon, you know I’m kidding… mostly,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips tugged up in a smile. “You’re going to get me to stop working out entirely if you keep this up.”

“Good,” he replied smugly, leaning in closer. “I’ve got some ideas for how we could spend the time instead.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself, and shoved him playfully. “Let me finish my session in peace, Starkey, or you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, I’ll regret it?” he challenged, still smirking.

“Absolutely,” you said, turning back to your mat.

As you got back into position, you heard him mutter under his breath, “Still the best view in the gym.”