<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded understandingly, before grinning flirtatiously at Lucian. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Oh I’m sure you’d love another workout.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she murmured, licking her lips. They’d had entirely too much fun the last time. And she was starting to get a lot more comfortable with the idea of being with their Mentor in that way. She had a sneaking suspicion that another workout would end the way the previous ones had, although it had been a while.  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi rolled his eyes. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Just warn me before hand? Please? So I can go hide somewhere and not get caught halfway down a hallway with a raging hard on?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> as interesting as those encounters were, especially since the two had become more comfortable with their connection, getting caught off guard like that was a common occurrence, though usually more on Ayla’s end as of late.</span>