“You’re not even sweating yet?” Owen smirked, leaning back against the cedar bench, his bare chest glistening under the soft glow of the sauna lights.

Elena wiped a strand of damp hair from her forehead, her cheeks already flushed from the heat. She wore a simple black bikini that clung to her toned frame, her skin glowing faintly under a sheen of moisture. They’d been gym buddies for months, but this was the first time they’d ended up here together, the air thick with steam and something unspoken.

“I’m pacing myself,” she shot back, her voice teasing. She stretched her legs out, her foot accidentally brushing against his. Owen froze for a moment, then leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers. “You sure that’s all it is?” he asked, his tone low. The timer on the wall beeped, but neither of them moved.