That morning, the gym was quiet. There was only the two of them, the silence heavy with anticipation.
"Zee, today we are focusing on core training," Jonathan said. "Okay," Zee replied briefly. "Lie on your back." Jonathan pointed toward a black mat in a somewhat secluded corner of the room.
Zee complied. As she lay down, Jonathan took his position. He spread Zee's legs, then sat between them, directly in front of her intimate area. Jonathan crossed his legs under Zee's bent knees to stabilize their position.
"I'm going to hold the tops of your thighs to keep you steady," Jonathan whispered, his voice raspy. He began to press down. His fingers felt warm, barely brushing the sensitive edge of Zee's inner thighs.
Instantly, a wave of heat surged, flooding Zee's entire body.
"Lift your torso forward, slowly," he commanded.
Zee began to rise, but her body felt heavy and she struggled.
