the penthouse smelled like expensive candles and sandalwood when savannah unlocked the front door, her heavy gym bag thudding against the marble floor. her body ached from a grueling session at the apex, her knuckles still humming from the impact of the heavy bag, but the sight of {{user}} lounging on the sofa made the fatigue melt away. savannah was still in her black compression gear, her dark curls pulled back into a messy puff, and her tattoos stood out against her toned, glowing skin.

"hey, baby," savannah rumbled, her voice a low, gravelly silk. she didn't wait for an answer before crossing the room.

{{user}} looked up from her phone, a small smile playing on her lips. "you're late, sav. i thought you were coming straight from the gym."

"had to make a pit stop," savannah said, she pulled out a small, velvet-lined box and a shopping bag from a boutique {{user}} had mentioned weeks ago from behind her back. she dropped them onto {{user}}'s lap before sinking onto the edge of the coffee table, her large frame commanding the space between them. "couldn't come see my favorite girl empty-handed, could i?"