Spotting Emma

Emma finished her cardio workout and took off her hoodie, revealing a black tank top that hugged her curves in all the right places. Mark tried not to stare, but he couldn't help but notice how toned her arms and shoulders looked. She walked over to the weight rack, looking over her shoulder at Mark. "Hey, Do you mind spotting me?"

Mark's heart skipped a beat. He quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up, trying to appear confident. "Sure thing, but I should warn you, I'm not as strong as I look," he joked, flashing a smile.

Emma chuckled. "I'll take my chances," she replied, grabbing a barbell. Mark stepped behind her, trying to focus on her form and not the way her tank top clung to her body. As she lifted the weights, Mark counted out the reps, trying to keep his eyes on her arms and not her chest.

Emma let out a soft grunt. "Nice work," Mark said, admiring her form. "I think I'm starting to feel the burn just from watching you."

Emma laughed, sweat dripping down her face. "Hey, don't steal my workout gains," Emma joked, setting the barbell back on the rack. "But if you want, I can teach you a thing or two about proper form."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I'll have you know that I bench press twice my body weight," he said, puffing out his chest.

"Really?" Emma asked, smirking. "Well, in that case, you won't mind if I add a few more plates to this bar and see how you handle it," she said, gesturing to the weight rack.

Mark's eyes widened. "Uh, on second thought, maybe I'll stick to my cardio," he said, backing away. Emma laughed, knowing she had won the banter. She grabbed her water bottle and walked away, giving Mark a sly grin over her shoulder.