Miroh schreef:
Ik ga dit topic ook gewoon lekker gebruiken om stukjes waar ik aan werk te posten want idgaf.Â
A groan left her lips, for fucks sake he wasdistracting her. Adira was almost sure that she had heard his breath quicken and a chuckle left her lips. She needed to stop this, her mind was playing games with her. She had to focus on training, especially now that everything was getting so serious. Her palms rubbed together and she wrapped her hands around the bar again. Squatting down and grabbing it off the floor, pushing herself up with the bar in the air. Her body arched, her ass perked back and she swore she could feel his eyes burn into her bottom. Again the bar fell to the ground and she whipped the towel over her face. “You know perhaps it would be a good idea that you train as well instead of watching my ass since you are my bodyguard.” She said, trying to give him attitude but it came out weaker than intended. She swallowed as his chuckle left his lips and she licked her own, rolling her eyes and walking to the treadmill. “I am rather serious here, it would be quite the laughter if I have to save your ass.” She scolded. “Even though I’m sure that would be quite the story.” She smirked and started the treadmill. “Cut those smart words princess.” He said, his voice calm as always. But she couldn’t identify the underlying tone in it. He sounded different, more hoarse than normal.Â