Still, part of me couldn’t believe it at first. For a few seconds, I panicked because I thought she’d seen me and was embarrassed that I was about to walk in on her naked or something, but then I realized she had no way to know I was in the building. There isn’t a bell or anything on the door to let the staff know when someone walks in.

So as much as I tried to think of anything else she might be up to in the shower all alone, there was only one conclusion I could come to about what she was really doing in there. And why my name was on her lips.

The way her face is flaming in front of me now all but confirms it.

“Were you…?” I trail off, arching a brow and fighting to keep my expression neutral.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but the blush on her face deepens even more. She shakes her head, trying to play it off like she has no idea what I’m talking about. But it’s not very convincing.

“Was I what?” she asks evasively, dodging the question. She breezes past me, the scent of her freshly showered body drifting in my nose, and I feel it tugging at my body like a hook, begging me to follow her. “Whatever you think you heard, you’re wrong.”

She stops at the shelf where the studio keeps their sanitized and rolled yoga mats. She pulls two out and tosses one to me, and I catch it easily.

“I mean, sure, I’ve had a concussion or two in my career, but I get regular checks and my hearing works just fine,” I tease her with a crooked smile as I follow her lead, unrolling my mat and spreading it out on the floor in front of me.

“Then maybe you should get it checked again,” she shoots back, narrowing her eyes at me.

She’s trying her best to stay cool, but she’s not very good at it, and the more she pretends, the more obvious it gets that she’s trying to cover up something.

She was definitely getting herself off in the shower, and it’s none of my business really, but part of me wants to hear her admit it. To hear her say that she was thinking of me while she touched herself like that.

Fuck, the thought alone makes my pants feel tighter, but watching her bend over to smooth her mat out on the floor doesn’t help. Her eyes snap to mine in the wall of mirrors in front of us, and her cheeks flame all over again. Pressing her lips together, she straightens and spins to face me.

“Why are you even here this early?” she asks tersely. “You should’ve shown up when your session was supposed to start, not twenty minutes before.”