The ten-minute warm-up, which felt awkward, passed, and an additional five minutes of silence went by.
"That's enough," Jonathan said flatly as he pressed the STOP button on the treadmill.
As the machine's belt slowed, Zee tried to step off. However, because her mind was still filled with nervousness and her legs were slightly weak, she lost her balance and slipped.
Thud!
With lightning-fast reflexes, Jonathan gripped Zee's arm tightly, holding her body so she wouldn't fall.
They froze in an awkward position: Zee's body was tilted against him, and their heads were bowed. Zee and Jonathan's faces were now only a few centimeters apart, incredibly close.
Their warm breaths mingled, instantly forcing their brains to replay the wild events of that drunken night. The memory of the heated kisses that began with warm breath sweeping across their faces now flashed by quickly. That memory was present for both of them, and the rush of desire returned as their eyes locked once more.
