~ELENA~

Nico's lips graze my cheeks…almost a kiss.

Almost.

And then the gym door swings open.

“Damn!” We both exclaim.

Riccardo walks in, towel over his shoulders.

He pauses, eyes flicking between our too-close bodies.

“Everything okay here??” He asks, voice neutral, but brows raised.

Nico straightens up and climbs off me slowly like he's not embarrassed at all.

“Just helping Elena stretch,” he says.

Riccardo looks at me, then Nico, then walks past us without a word, ...