After their not-so-intense gym session, Gaby sat on the mat, leaning back on her hands and catching her breath. Her hair was a little messy, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked completely over it—but still somehow adorable. That’s when her boyfriend got an idea.

Quietly, he pulled out his phone and angled it toward her. Snap.

Gaby’s head shot up. “Did you just take a picture of me?”

He tried to hide his grin. “What? Nooo…”

“Liar!” she said, narrowing her eyes and tossing a towel at him. “Delete it!”

But he was already pretending to scroll through his camera roll. “Actually… this one’s kind of cute. You look like a dying hamster, but like, in a lovable way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned, covering her face. “Stop! I’m literally sweaty and gross right now.”

Snap. Another photo.

“Babe!” Gaby lunged for his phone, but he quickly backed away, laughing.

“I’m building a gym collection,” he teased. “Volume 1: Gaby slowly collapses.”

“You’re so annoying!” she shouted, half laughing, half chasing him. “If you post any of those, I swear—”

“I’m gonna make a slideshow,” he said, scrolling through the photos like they were art. “Set it to dramatic music. Maybe even some slow motion.”

She tackled him with a pillow from the stretching area, both of them bursting into laughter. “You’re lucky I like you,” she said, breathless. “Otherwise I’d have thrown your phone across the gym by now.”

He winked. “You love it. Admit it—you secretly like being my model.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Only if you delete the one where I look like I just saw the end of a horror movie.”