Who Said You're Not Feminine?

Wu Jian could not quite still the irregular beating of his heart. It reverberated within his chest, a staccato rhythm that felt like it was beating against his ribcage--and the reason he felt this way was sitting close enough that their shoulders were touching. How long had it been since he had seen Hou Jingshu? How long had it been since he had touched her? The heat from her body radiated toward, beckoning him, comforting him, and arousing him all at the same time.

His mask sat discarded on the nightstand.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to talk, just the two of us,” Hou Jingshu said at last. He wondered if she felt as nervous as he did.

“It has. What have you been up to?” asked Wu Jian.

“Training, training, and--oh! More training.”

“Sounds like nothing but training.”