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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

Jacob had blown her away since almost day one, with how kind, and warm he was, even when he thought her only taken with Edward. She didn't need flowery words, or lines of poetry to make her melt into a puddle. The affection was enough to make her weak kneed. And with need. Especially when he drew his arm around her, and brought her close. The want to melt against him was impossible to deny. So she didn't. Even knowing her sweaty print would be on his nice clean white shirt. That knowledge had a little impish grin turning up her lips when the brief kiss parted.

No, she wasn't even sorry. If he had escaped this long without smelling of her, it would have been an act of the gods to prevent it. "Surely you didn't come down here to watch me." Or she hoped not. It would be simply poetic in its own right, to watch him work out. She slowly left the warmth of his arms, one brow lifted in question. She didn't doubt his skills when it came to finding her.

Bryn moved on to one of the machines made for leg presses. Watching him all the while. Had he caught onto the way they worked yet?