Steve's gaze was fixated on Tonya. She looked beautiful, even after all they'd been through.
Her armor was gone and her attire was a plain long sleeve shirt and trousers, scraped, barely hanging together—but that only seemed to make her more alluring.
Her bare arms caught the slanting light of the setting sun, and beneath the remnants of steel and leather, she still looked… desirable.
His eyes didn't move from her as he hastily slid the notebook down, tucking it into the waistband of his pants. A clumsy attempt to hide it, but subtlety wasn't his strength right now. His heart was thumping as he glanced towards her with utter disbelief.
Tonya's face shifted immediately, disbelief washing over her features, followed by something else. Relief. Joy. That smile—genuine and wide—grew across her face as she dropped her weapon without a second thought. Then she was moving.
