Mia
I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and rubber mats hit me like a wave. At 28, I've been hitting those weights for months now, sculpting my body into something tighter, stronger, with curves that made heads turn.
My sports bra clinged to my full breasts, already damp from the short walk over and my leggings hugged my ass like a second skin, outlining every flex of my thighs. I needed to workout that day, work'd been a b***h and nothing cleared my head like a good pump.
I headed straight for the free weights, grabbing a set of dumbbells that made my arms burn when lifting it. The mirror wall reflected my form…long dark hair tied back in a ponytail, green eyes focused, lips parted as I breathe deeply. I started with squats, feet shoulder-width,
