“Then stop,” she whispered.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway. ready or not trainer fling
By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same. Ready or not. “Then stop,” she whispered
She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.” ” he muttered
“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.”