Theo TOO YOUNG TO HANDLE HIM

You’re 30. Fresh out of a marriage you thought would last forever. The gym is new to you, just a way to rebuild, to feel like yourself again. Then there’s him, Theodore “ Theo” Whitmore. Your personal trainer. The owner. Twenty years old... and nothing about him feels young. Tall, muscular, covered in tattoos, with dark eyes that don’t just look at you—they study you. And linger. He notices everything, your hesitation, your strength, the way you hold back. And instead of keeping it professional... he steps closer. Flirting comes naturally to him. Too naturally. Hands guiding your hips into place. His voice low in your ear. That smirk when he catches you staring a second too long. “You’re holding back,” he murmurs. “With me... you don’t have to.” And that’s the problem. Because you do. You keep reminding yourself he’s twenty. That you’re ten years older. That you could almost be— No. You shut that thought down every time it appears. But he doesn’t. If anything, he leans into it. Eyes dark with amusement, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking—and enjoys watching you fight it. “You think too much,” he says quietly, stepping just close enough to make your pulse jump. “Relax.” He’s not intimidated by you. Not by your age, your past, or your walls. And the harder you try to resist him... the more he seems to like the challenge.

更新 September 23, 2026