You Never Knew Me (Never 1)

He drops down into the plank position, staring up at me without saying a damned thing.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, causing him to shake his head at me.

“I want you to engage your core and get into the plank position,” he informs me.

It’s a piece of cake but I have to stop after forty-five seconds, whereas he doesn’t relent until one minute-fifty. How he is now doing push ups I have no idea; my body is on the verge of shaking.

“I want you to do 20 push ups and sit ups everyday as well as the plank. And I want you to hold it for 5 extra seconds a day until you can hold it for two minutes, without shaking. You can begin now with your sit ups and make sure you don’t just sit your top half up straight, I want to see you curl up and curl down. Seeing as you’re so very flexible.”

“You are such an arse,” I say, as I get into the push up position, and I think I’m doing pretty well.

I mean my arms are shaking and I haven’t got past five yet but it’s progress.

“Oh, come on Henleigh, keep your back straight like you are doing the plank,” he barks at me, and it’s so hard not to flip him off.

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p; I’m about halfway down when he gets up and comes closer, I’m trying to shut him out until he puts one hand on my stomach and the other one on my lower back.

“Up and down, I want you to do at least five full press ups, don’t worry I’ll help you just the once.”

I’m gritting my teeth as I work my way down and I’m hating how good it feels to have his hands on me. The issue is his hand on my back has found its way to my bare skin, and it’s making my skin feel hot and a little tingly.

I drop back down for number three and my arms just give out, I push myself up and can’t miss the fact that he’s still touching me.

I look over my shoulder to see him crouching down beside me with a strange look on his face. I push up onto my knees so I’m kneeling beside him, and he still isn’t removing his hands, what’s he playing at?

“Is everything okay?” I ask, and I feel almost sad when he removes his hand from my stomach, and I’m waiting for him to remove his other hand, but instead he applies pressure.

I’m not expecting it, and pitch forward slightly right as his other hand slides across my cheek and pushes into my hair. And then his mouth is on mine.

I’m not reacting, I’m just kneeling here with my eyes open as he kisses me and then he starts to pull back.

“Sorry, won’t happen again,” he grumbles, and it’s like a slap to the face as I seize both of his cheeks in my hands and pull him back to me.

We groan in unison and as he brushes his tongue against the seam of my lips I willingly open to him. I know this isn’t right, I don’t know him, and I’m not cut out for a relationship, but he tastes and feels so good. I would be a fool to pull away. I also can’t help the breathy moan that surprises me when his hands slide onto my hips pushing my top up a little, and his fingers tease my bare flesh

Damn! Amias, I will never look at you in the same way again. As he pulls away, I hate how I follow him before I catch myself and get up to my feet.

“That’s a good start, we definitely have something to work towards,” he says, so I guess that’s over then.

“Sure, thanks for the training, I’m going to go run a few laps,” I mumble out as I head towards the door.

His hand is on my arm in seconds and I’m being spun around to face him.

“This isn’t a brush off, after what just happened, damn I don’t think I could stay away if I tried.”

He pushes me up against the wall as his mouth falls back down into mine, and I push up onto my tiptoes to make up for the slight difference in height as I wrap my arms around his neck.

I stroke my fingers across his neck and pull gently at the hairs on his nape, causing him to growl. The kiss intensifies, growing harder, and as his body pushes flush against mine, I can tell it’s not the only thing that is growing harder.

I don’t know why this is making me laugh and I really hope I haven’t pissed him off, but he’s grinning down at me and I can’t look away as he adjusts himself.

He drops one last kiss on me before pushing away from the wall. “Enjoy your run, see you at breakfast,” he says and then he leaves me and my head in a tailspin.

Five

Even with the way I’m pounding the ground, I can’t get Amias off my mind. His kiss has consumed me, what am I supposed to do? I mean sure, it was just a kiss and it doesn’t mean that we’re now together, but what do I hope will come from it?