"Not at" Kiss "All" He said, which was true, the push-ups weren't exhausting him, the kisses were driving him nuts. He had a harder and harder time pushing back up after every sweet kiss<br/><br/>His insides quaked when he felt her hands sliding up his arms, and he could feel himself losing control. He fought off the urge to simply stop doing push-ups and just kiss her, but only just. His entire being ached for her, but he knew he shouldn't. As the kisses continued, her heard her comment and laughed a bit<br/><br/>"Maybe" Kiss "But I" kiss "Don't think" kiss "Could stop" kiss "Now, even" kiss "I wanted to" kiss, but this time he held himself there, his lips against hers. He couldn't bring himself to push-up and leave her lips.