Page 2 of The Aerialist's Secret
"Good work today," I tell her, my eyes softening with approval. "We'll continue tomorrow."
As she leaves the tent, I watch her go, my mind racing with thoughts of the day and the spark that ignites whenever our eyes meet. It's more than just physical attraction; it's a meeting of kindred spirits, a shared understanding of the desire for freedom and expression.
I hold her gaze, a slow, seductive smile playing on my lips. "There's something about you, Evelyn. Something that drew me to you from the moment we met."
Her breath catches at my words. "I can feel it too," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.
I lean closer, my hand brushing against hers. The air between us crackles with tension, the pull of attraction too strong to resist. Slowly, tentatively, I close the distance, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that is both tender and passionate. Her body responds instinctively, a wave of desire flooding through her and through me. I’ve known this woman for a day but already my mind races with the possibility that she could bethe one. The one I’ve been waiting for.
As our kiss deepens, the world fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating embrace. My hands roam her body, my touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment.
When we finally pull away, breathless and yearning, my eyes are dark with desire. "I want you, Evelyn," I murmur, my voice husky. "But only if you're ready."
She meets my gaze, her decision clear. "I'm ready," she whispers, a look of longing stirring in her eyes. I smile, sensing that she’s aware of the double meaning in my words.
Chapter Three
Evelyn
The sun barely peeks over the horizon as I step onto the dew-kissed grass of the circus grounds. The tents, vibrant and colorful, stand tall against the awakening sky. The air is crisp, carrying the faint sounds of morning preparations—whispers of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. My muscles already ache from yesterday's exertions, but I welcome the pain. It means I'm pushing myself, growing stronger.
I arrive at the aerialists' tent, a mix of nerves and determination swirling within me. Leo is already there, his presence commanding even in the early morning light. He’s been here before dawn, warming up, his movements fluid and precise. He turns as I approach, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. A nod of acknowledgment, and we begin.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice low, a hint of challenge lacing his words.
"Always," I reply, my resolve firm. I can't afford to be anything less.
We start with advanced stretches and strength-building exercises. Leo demonstrates each move with effortless grace, his body a testament to years of discipline and dedication. I mirrorhis movements, feeling the strain in my muscles, the burn of effort. I welcome it, pushing through the discomfort.
"Keep your back straight," Leo instructs, his voice calm yet authoritative. His presence is magnetic, drawing me in even as he challenges me to be better.
I adjust my posture, feeling the stretch intensify. We move on to the silks, my sanctuary and my challenge. I climb with increasing confidence, the fabric familiar in my hands. Leo watches, his gaze never leaving me. I execute a series of complex aerial maneuvers, my body moving in harmony with the silks.
As I perform a particularly challenging inversion, I feel Leo’s presence close behind me. His hands find my hips, firm and steady, guiding me. "Engage your core more," he instructs, his breath warm against my ear.
I nod, adjusting my form, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten. The proximity between us is electric, a current of energy that flows through me. I focus, pushing myself to hold the position, to perfect it.
"Good," Leo murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of approval and something deeper, something that sends a shiver down my spine.
The hours fly by, the physical exertion blending with the thrill of learning and improving. By the time we finish, my body aches in the best possible way, a reminder of the progress I’ve made. Leo stands before me, his eyes softening with approval.
"You've done well today," he says, a rare smile playing on his lips. "We’ll continue tomorrow."
I nod, unable to keep the smile from my own face. "Thank you."
"I'm proud of you,” his tone is low, enticing.
I beam, my heart swelling with gratitude. "I couldn’t have done it without you."
Leo's gaze holds mine, a slow, seductive smile playing on his lips. "There's something about you, Evelyn. Something that drew me to you from the moment we met."
My breath catches at his words, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. “Oh,” is all I can whisper.
As Leo and I sit on the padded mats, our bodies glistening with the sweat of exertion. The intense training session has left us both a little breathless, or maybe it’s just that being this close to him makes my body react in way I’m not accustomed to. But it’s not just the physical strain that weighs on me. The unspoken desire that has been building between us with each passing moment hangs heavy in the air, a palpable tension that neither of us can ignore any longer.
I lean back, trying to catch my breath, my heart pounding not just from the workout but from Leo’s nearness. He watches me with those piercing blue eyes, a mixture of admiration and something deeper, something that makes my skin tingle and my pulse quicken.
“You’ve made incredible progress,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “Your dedication is inspiring.”
