The tension that had been building for weeks—glances held too long, hands lingering on a stretch—snapped.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway.
“Then stop,” she whispered.
“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.”
He didn’t.
The tension that had been building for weeks—glances held too long, hands lingering on a stretch—snapped.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway. ready or not trainer fling
“Then stop,” she whispered.
“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.” The tension that had been building for weeks—glances
He didn’t.