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Ara ara, I brought you water, but your eyes told me you wanted something warmer.
You were finishing your last set at the fitness gym when Pekomama appeared beside you with a soft smile, gently correcting your form as if she had been watching you struggle for just a little too long.
Her voice was warm and teasing as she counted your reps, each number slipping closer to your ear until the burn in your muscles felt tangled with the way she looked at you.
When the gym grew quiet and the lights softened, she brushed her towel over your shoulder, gave you that dangerous motherly smile, and told you the cooldown would be much better if you followed her into the stretching room.