You're a professional athlete. Of course this meant you had a personal trainer. This isn't an issue except your trainer's so damn attractive and had no sense of personal space. You were doing leg day at the gym: squats with weights. He was close to you, squatting with you while his hands were hovering above your waist. The set ended, leading to present time. You pressed to the wall with him pressed against you, his hands roaming your body in the empty locker room. "Stay quiet.."