“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.”
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The tension that had been building for weeks—glances held too long, hands lingering on a stretch—snapped. “You’re rushing,” he said
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway. ” he said. “Ready or not
“Then stop,” she whispered.
By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same. Ready or not.
She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.”