"Finn, are you sure this is a good idea?" Quinn asked, wiping a bead of sweat from her temple as she adjusted the towel around her. The wooden bench creaked softly under her weight as she shifted, the heat already making her skin flush.

They were in the small sauna at the back of Finn’s gym, a place he’d insisted was the perfect spot to unwind after a long week. Quinn, her dark hair pulled into a loose bun, had reluctantly agreed, though she’d never been one for the suffocating heat. Her cheeks were pink, her tank top clinging to her toned frame as she fanned herself with her hand. Finn, shirtless and leaning back against the cedar planks, looked completely at ease, his broad shoulders relaxed and his chest glistening.

"Relax," he said, grinning as he reached for the ladle to pour more water over the hot stones. The steam hissed and rose in a thick cloud. "You’ll get used to it. Just breathe." Quinn shot him a skeptical look, but before she could protest, the door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the room.