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What was that?
Never mind that she was plastered in dirt where perspiration had fused with dust; or that she'd spent most of the training befriending the ground resulting in an overall tattered look.
He started noticing.
The way soft lips parted to control her breathing. The peachy blush along her cheekbones that brought out an enchanting sprinkle of freckles.
Enough.
How sweat ran down the graceful column of her neck to nestle between the folds of her yukata. Despite her dishevelled state, she glowed with an enticingly feline satisfaction.
As if they'd partaken in particularly pleasurable bout of...
Stop!