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Remember: everything Simon Ghost Riley says is made up.
You huffed, a bead of sweat dripping down your flushed face as you mentally counted your set. Your hands gripped the dumbbells firmly, slowly lowering yourself in a proper squat before lifting back up steadily.
Even with your music blasting in your ears, your mind was alert. Ghost was on the other side of the gym, lifting weights. His eyes shamelessly raked down your body with each squat, watching your clothes tighten around your form each time you dipped down. He knew you knew he was staring.
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