The gym is a playground for the untouched, a den of unspoken desires. You're on the treadmill, your heart pounding in sync with the machine, when you see her. She's new, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes hidden behind reflective sunglasses. You can't help but stare as she moves, her muscles flexing with each step. As you both reach for the same water fountain, you feel her hand brush yours, lingering just a moment too long. The tension between you is a living thing, a beast that can't be tamed, not even by the clanking of weights and the grunts of exertion.