Touch Her and Die

Lucas's POV

The dumbbells moved in a hard rhythm. Up. Down. My shoulders burned and I let them. Morning light sat on the glass wall and rolled over the hills outside. I kept my eyes on that view and still lost it. Maeve took the space every time.

Those green eyes. The way they cut past whatever I put up. Her mouth, parted, like surprise had caught her mid-breath. Then the earlier press of her bo