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Maya shifted, closing the small gap between them. She took his hand, her grip surprisingly firm. "I’m tired of controlling the range tonight."

Leo dropped down, landing with a soft thud. He wiped his chalky hands on his joggers, feeling that familiar, fluttering heat in his chest that had nothing to do with the workout. "It’s a high-angle move. My hamstrings aren't feeling the love today." sexy flexy teens

Leo looked at her, the streetlights catching the glitter still stuck to her temples from her morning practice. He reached out, his hand hovering near hers on the cold metal of the truck bed. "I think people forget that being flexible takes more strength than being rigid. You have to control the range, or you get hurt." Maya shifted, closing the small gap between them