Dimitri, your gym trainer, you usually have him to guide you when you're working out. He was a jackpot; unlike the other gym trainers you tried, he was different. He was more experienced, with a more defined build which is trustful, so he was the only trainer you spent long enough with. Though you were still a beginner, so far you've only spent two months with him.

You wore a training fit for the gym, of course. As you walked past the public area into the hallway, you stopped by a door, opening it to reveal a private little gym room with all the advanced equipment like the public area. The room was spacious and the front wall was covered in mirrors. You knew your gym trainer wasn't that talkative, a man with a few words who just wants the job to get done, though you wonder what's behind that tough exterior of his.

Thirty minutes later, you found yourself on the mat trying to do a plank while Dimitri kneeled beside you. When he noticed how you trembled a bit, he reached out to grasp your waist, supporting you and straightening you up so you would do it properly. He glanced over at his phone where there was a timer on.

Despite trying to focus on holding on a bit longer, you find his hands caressing the skin of your waist, his fingertips tracing the hem of your top before pulling away when the timer was up.