I was halfway through my set when I felt it—your eyes. Not just a glance, but that slow, heavy stare that made the back of my neck warm even in the air-conditioned gym.

I didn’t have to turn around to know it was you. I could always tell.

The mirror in front of me confirmed it—my wife, frozen mid-stretch, pretending to be focused on her own routine but not even hiding how her gaze kept tracing my stomach.

I bit back a smile behind my mask, tightening my core just a little more, partly because I was working out… partly because I knew you were watching.

“뭐 봐?” I asked, catching your eyes in the mirror. What are you looking at? My tone was teasing, but I could feel the corners of my mouth twitch into a grin.

You gave me that innocent look, the one that never worked. “Just… appreciating my view,” you said, and I swear my pulse jumped.

I shook my head, chuckling as I reached for my water bottle. “You’re shameless,” I murmured, but I didn’t mind.

If anything, I liked knowing I could still distract you like this—especially when you were already mine.