He moved his hands away from her waist first, slowly, like he was forcing himself to do it. Then his hands slipped from her arm too, the warmth disappearing so abruptly it made her body react before her mind did. He stepped back, just one step, but it felt like miles.
His eyes stayed on her. She swallowed.
"Ryan?" she called, the sound of his name leaving her mouth before she had even decided to say it. This time it didn’t come out confident or teasing. It came out uncertain,questioning, like she was asking him to confirm that he was still there, that what had just happened hadn’t been imagined.
He inhaled, a deep breath through his nose, then exhaled slowly. He looked to the equipment rack. "We’re done for the day," he said with a calm voice. "I’m done."
Done?
He turned away from her
