when i took care of her

i was so caught up in taking care of her that i forgot we were both adults. she asked me to be her trainer and stuff but it turned into something more. i had to remind myself constantly that she’s 18+. there was this moment when she looked at me with such vulnerability, like she needed protection or guidance or something. i started dressing up in these old gym gear pieces of mine for our sessions just because they reminded me of authority and control. it felt wrong but also kinda right, you know? we never said the words out loud though, no real labels. i felt so responsible for her well-being, like a guardian almost. there was this one day when she broke down after a hard session and all i wanted to do was hold her until everything got better. it’s crazy how quickly the power dynamics shifted between us.