Sophia's Pov.

  

  Oh, come on, Alex, you can't tell me you've never noticed me staring at you during those late-night gym sessions," 

  

  I said, leaning against the weight rack, my voice coming out a bit shaky from the nerves and the workout. 

  

  The gym was quiet at this hour, just a few people scattered around.

  

   I had been coming here for months, telling myself it was to get in shape, but really, it was because of him. 

  

  Alex, the trainer with the broad shoulders, dark hair that always looked a little messy, and those arms covered in tattoos that flexed every time he lifted something.

  

   His eyes were this intense...