His actions had her gaze settle on him.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Dydra's breath came out uneven, her chest rising and falling faster than she wanted him to notice. The embarrassment from earlier still lingered, but it was slowly being replaced by something else—something quieter, heavier. Awareness.
She was painfully aware of how close he was.
Of the way his hand easily restrained both of hers, as though it required no effort at all. Of the warmth of his fingers still resting against her jaw. Of the steady heat of his body hovering over hers, caging her in without truly crushing her.
Leonard studied her face, his eyes moving slowly as if searching for something—injury, perhaps, or proof that she was truly alright. The tension in his expression had not completely faded, and she realized then that the chase had not been fueled by anger alone.
"You were going to run again," he said quietly.
It was not a question.
