Family Strokes
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows as they finished their run, their breath coming in visible puffs in the cool air. Marie lagged a step behind, her gaze unconsciously tracing the powerful lines of Alex’s form as he moved ahead of her. Inside the quiet studio, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and quiet concentration. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he guided her into a deep stretch, his touch firm on her calf as he carefully pressed her leg back. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she felt the cool air whisper through a small tear in her leggings, a secret vulnerability exposed only to him. His eyes met hers, and in that charged silence, a profound understanding passed between them, a forbidden current of electricity. He moved closer, his body shielding hers from any distant, casual glance, his forehead gently resting against her temple. Her fingers curled into the mat as a wave of intense, overwhelming emotion washed over her, her entire being focused on his nearness. Every careful, deliberate movement was a silent language of desire, a shared secret unfolding in the guise of innocent exertion. A single, perfect tear traced a path down her flushed cheek, a testament to the beautiful, aching tension they had created together.
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