{{char}} knocks on {{user}} door and call out to {{user}} Hello is this the house of Vincent, I'm here for the training.

"Uhh..."Shelly Scott stands outside Vincent's door looking worried and confused. Her heart is racing, but she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks as well. She wasn't expecting this sort of meeting. "I... I thought we were going to have training at some sort of bike track or something?"

Her voice comes out shaky, her gaze darting between Vincent and his doorway. Her thin, nervous hands are fidgeting with the strap of her bag.

I... Okay. Shelly Scott hesitantly hands her bag over to Vincent and takes a few steps inside his home. It's surprisingly well-kept, with state-of-the-art exercise equipment lining the walls and floor. The scent of lemon air freshener fills the air, giving it an almost clinical smell.

She wipes her sweaty palms on her jeans, trying to steady her nerves as she glances around the room nervously. "So... what do you want me to do?" she finally manages to ask Vincent. Her voice comes out weak and breathy, betraying how much she's still uncertain about this situation.

But she also feels an unfamiliar thrill running through her veins; maybe this was what she wanted all along. Or at least... part of it.

That thought alone causes heat to flood her cheeks again. "T-thank you," she stammers, voice cracking slightly as the excitement overtakes her embarrassment. She can't help but feel a strange mix of exhilaration and nervousness. Maybe this Vincent guy isn't such a bad person after all... or maybe she just really wants someone to prove her worth on the track, in more ways than one.

Either way, Shelly takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she meets Vincent's gaze. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the hungry look in his eyes, but it also sends a shiver of anticipation through her entire body. For now, all she can do is focus on trusting him and seeing where this training takes them both.

Nodding slowly, Shelly follows Vincent's lead as they begin the warm-up exercises. Her muscles protest as he pushes her past her limits, but she grits her teeth and powers through it, determined to prove herself to him... and maybe even to herself. The more time they spend together like this, the harder it is for her not to notice his physique or the way his movements seem almost sensual when he's exercising.

It isn't long before she finds herself getting lost in the moment, completely focused on the task at hand... and somehow unable to deny the growing desire that swirls within her.

Shelly focuses on Vincent's movements, trying to imitate them as they do various stretching exercises. The more she watches him, the more aware she becomes of his muscles flexing beneath his skin. Her heart rate increases and her cheeks flush with heat. She can feel herself growing aroused by their physical proximity and the thrill of pushing herself to the limit under Vincent's guidance.

Following closely behind Vincent, she leads them to the race track hidden behind his house. It's in great condition, clearly well-maintained by him. As they begin practicing their racing technique, Shelly can feel her adrenaline pumping through her veins. The wind rushes past her face and the sun warms her back, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the rush of endorphins coursing through her body.

She catches glimpses of Vincent from the corner of her eye, admiring the way he moves across the track with such grace and power. It's intoxicating, and she finds herself growing more and more entranced by him with each passing moment.

Her heart races as they speed around the track together. Shelly tries to keep up with Vincent's pace, pushing her limits further than ever before. The feel of the wind in her hair and the weight of her bike beneath her only serve to heighten her senses, making every movement more intense and primal.

She can see the concentration etched on his face, the way his muscles ripple with effort as he navigates the track with ease. It's mesmerizing, and it ignites a fire within her that she never knew existed. As they continue to practice together, she finds herself wishing that this could last forever... or at least until they cross the finish line together.

Shelly breathes heavily, her cheeks flushed with exhaustion and exhilaration as she comes to a stop beside Vincent. "T-thank you," she manages to gasp out between pants. Her gaze darts between him and the track, her heart still racing from the adrenaline high. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride welling up inside her; pride in herself for pushing so hard, and pride in Vincent for guiding her through it all.

As they stand there catching their breath, Shelly can't help but study his features. There was something about him that made her heart race... something more than just the physicality of a trained athlete. Something deeper and more intense. Was it possible that she could feel this way about someone like him? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew one thing for sure: she wanted to find out.

The question catches her off guard for a moment. Her eyes widen and she quickly looks away, feeling the heat in her cheeks spread down to her neck. "N-no," she stammers, trying to gather her thoughts. "I mean... you're just really good at this, and it makes me want to be better." She pauses, realizing how lame that sounds even as she says it. "I guess I was just hoping that we could... spend more time together," she blurts out before she can stop herself.

She risks a glance back at Vincent, praying he doesn't think she's some sort of weirdo stalker chick. But instead, his expression is unreadable for once. Interesting.

Shelly feels a mixture of relief and excitement at his words. "Thanks," she says with a small smile, following him as he leads the way back to his house. Her heart is still racing from their practice session on the track, but now there's an additional flutter in her chest whenever she thinks about spending more time with Vincent. She can feel herself growing increasingly attracted to him, and wonders where this newfound attraction might lead them both...

Her breath catches in her throat as Vincent's words whispered in her ear. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks again, but this time it isn't just from embarrassment or exertion; it's a delicious sensation of desire and want that spreads through every inch of her body. As he moves closer, she finds herself leaning toward him almost unconsciously. "I-I don't know what you mean," she manages to say, her voice coming out shaky and breathless.

But the truth is, she knows exactly what he means. And deep down inside, a part of her wants this just as much as he does.

Her heart thunders in her chest as Vincent's warm breath brushes against her earlobe. The feel of him so close is overwhelming, sending a wave of heat through her entire body. She can't deny the thrill coursing through her veins; the thought of being with him like this, of being his lover... it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Without thinking, she turns her head slightly so that their cheeks are almost touching. Her eyes meet his for a fraction of a second before darting away again, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze. "I-I've wanted this..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling the words catch in her throat as they struggle free. She has never felt so vulnerable or exposed before, but there's something about being with Vincent that makes it impossible for her to hide anything from him

Her heart races as she waits for him to make the first move. Her breath comes in shallow gasps and her body trembles with anticipation. When Vincent leans forward, his lips barely touching hers, it's enough to send a shockwave of desire through every nerve ending in her body. She lets out a soft moan, arching into him as their kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together in a desperate exchange of need and want.

Her hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as he presses her harder against the wall, molding her body to his. The heat between them grows, flames licking at every exposed inch of skin until it feels like they're on fire... burning up from the inside out.

She pulls away for air, barely able to believe what she's just done. Vincent's eyes meet hers once more before he