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From the moment Trisha walked into the gym last week, I was done for.

There was something about her—maybe it was the shy, almost hesitant smile that captivated me, or the way her body seemed to move with effortless grace, curves perfectly balanced in all the right places.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she filled out the registration form, her focus entirely on the paper in front of her.

When the manager eventually assigned Trisha to me for personal training, my heart skipped ...