Tension Release
MUSCLE MEMORY – PART IV
In the last installment of Muscle Memory…

I pull into the lot and count exactly one car.
His.
The gym is practically silent—just the dull hum of overhead lights and the soft creak of the door closing behind me. No front desk noise. No clanging metal. Just open air and possibility.
He’s at the free weights already, stretching out his arms like he’s been here a while. A flash of skin where his shirt rides up, a glimpse of that tattoo on his ribcage I haven’t let myself ask about yet.
