Dina froze for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
'Huh? What is this?' she thought inwardly, slowly pulling her hands away. But the feeling lingered —
'it wasn't like touching his legs.'
It was harder, warmer, impossible to ignore. A strange tug pulled at her mind, a quiet warning she couldn't quite place. Yet, despite that, she dragged him upright with a steady grip.
"Um… let's… uh, do some reps." she said, voice barely steady, forcing herself to focus.
"Let's start with some jumping jacks."
Steve nodded, still unsure.
"I'm ready… I guess." he murmured.
Dina tried to shove the thought away — the lingering memory of what her hands had just brushed, the pulsing heat she'd felt through his clothes.
'What exactly was that?' The sensation was undeniable, and the tension humming through him only made it harder to ignore.
"Come on." she urged, stepping closer, determined to keep her mind busy.
