He didn’t.
“Then stop,” she whispered.
She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.” ready or not trainer fling
Lena wiped sweat from her brow, chest heaving after the last set. Across the mat, her trainer, Marcus, stood with arms crossed, jaw tight. He didn’t
“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.” He didn’t. “Then stop
Here’s a short piece based on your prompt “ready or not trainer fling”:
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway.