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"Ty," Ophelia whispers, her breath hot against my ear as she looks up at me.
"Ophelia," I murmur, my voice husky with need.
We both stare at each other for a moment, our breath mingling as we search each other's eyes. Our connection is undeniable, and I'm powerless to resist its pull.
Just as I'm leaning in to finally—finally—press my lips against hers, a voice breaks our trance.
"Ty, your two o'clock is here!"
It's Lena, my receptionist—who I want to strangle at this very moment.
Ophelia scrambles out of my embrace and grabs her bag, making a beeline for the door.
"Later, Ty!" she calls back over her shoulder without even glancing at me.
Fuuuck.
* * *
Ophelia
I step into the gym, my heart racing with anticipation at the thought of seeing Ty again. It's been a few days since our intense conversation, and our training sessions have become more than just physical workouts—they've turned into an exploration of our deepening connection.
"Hey, Ophelia," Ty greets me as I approach him, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest. His eyes lock onto mine, and I swear I can feel the heat radiating from them. "Ready for today's session?"
"Absolutely," I reply, my voice betraying my excitement.
"Good. Today, we're going to focus on partner exercises," Ty explains, his stunning blue eyes smoldering down at me. "I think it will help us build trust and improve our communication."
"Sounds interesting," I say, trying to control my racing heartbeat.
Our first exercise is a simple one: Ty stands behind me, his hands on my waist, guiding me through slow, controlled squats. The warmth of his body radiates against my back, making my skin tingle. I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers instructions into my ear.
"Lower, Ophelia. Keep your core tight," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. Every word sends shivers down my spine, creating a delicious tension that pools in the pit of my stomach.
"Ty," I gasp, struggling to focus on the exercise. "This is…intense."
"Good," he replies, his fingers digging into my hips. "Intensity is what we need to break through barriers and reach new heights."
As we move on to the next exercise, Ty's hands never leave my body. Whether he's gripping my shoulders, steadying my legs, or tracing the curve of my spine, each touch feels electric, charged with the unspoken desire between us.
"Remember to breathe, Ophelia," Ty reminds me as we hold a difficult yoga pose, our bodies pressed together in a delicate balance. I can feel his heartbeat against my back, syncing with mine as we inhale and exhale in unison.
"Your scent is intoxicating," he confesses, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "I can't get enough of it."
"Ty," I whimper, my resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. "This is more than just training, isn't it?"
"Much more," he agrees, his voice husky with need. "It's about pushing each other to new heights, exploring the depths of our connection, and surrendering to the passion that consumes us."
"Like…like fire and ice," I stammer, my breath hitching in my throat.
"Exactly," Ty murmurs, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a trail of flames wherever they touch. "We're two forces colliding, merging into something extraordinary."
The intensity of our training session reaches a fever pitch, and I can barely distinguish between the sweat on my skin and Ty's fingertips grazing my flesh. Every gasp, every moan, every whispered word we share feels like a secret language for only us to understand.
"Ophelia," Ty growls, his grip tightening as we teeter on the edge of something explosive, something breathtaking. "Promise me you'll never let go."
I don't even hesitate. I give in to our madness. "Never," I whisper, clinging to him as if he is my lifeline, buoying me through this storm of emotions and sensations.
