After a moment, I reluctantly let go, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. The emptiness that followed was almost unbearable.
She cleared her throat and avoided my gaze. I had to suppress a smile at her flustered expression.
She caught it immediately. "What's so funny?" she asked, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice.
"Maybe I should start joining you for your workouts," I replied.
She narrowed her eyes and turned back to the treadmill. Only then did I truly notice what she was wearing, and how much she had changed.
Her sweatpants were loose enough to be comfortable, yet they did little to hide the graceful curves of her figure.
The cropped sports top covered her modestly while revealing the smooth skin of her waist and arms.
Alicia had always been beautiful, but the years had lent her a quiet maturity that made her even more captivating.
"You know," she said without looking at me, "staring is rude."
