Consider the scene.
Do I need anything else?
Should I play some Ed Sheeran?
And I scoff.
What the hell, Katie? Are you setting the table for a romantic dinner? Want to add candles and roses?
I do my best to eject the swoony thoughts from my brain. I’m just a teacher and he’s just a student.
When Harlan arrives, I’m professional yogini Katie. “I have a full menu of exercises for you. I’m going to work you hard.”
Work, work, work.
With a sexy smile, he lifts a brow. “Make me your pretzel.”
I do just that for the next thirty minutes, and then we move into downward dog variations.
I show him the pose I want him to do.
He imitates me, but a line of concentration digs into his forehead as he adjusts his hands. “Not sure I’m getting it right. Can you help me out?”
My heart flutters. It’s so endearing the way he asks without any macho bravado.
“Of course,” I say, then move beside him, running a hand down his spine.
And all the swoony thoughts I pushed away boomerang back to me.
Sure, this is not how I wanted to be touching Harlan’s back.
Ideally, I’d be naked.
Under him.
But touching him while his clothes are on is still a thrill. The man has muscles for days, and I am not immune to a hard body.
Though, I amsupposedto be immune to his.
“Keep your legs as straight as you can,” I say, pressing gently on his lower back as he holds the pose.
“Admit it. You want to check out my ass,” he quips as he pops his butt higher.
Gah. I love a tight rear end.
Or, really, I discovered I did with Harlan. I discovered a lot of things in those two very sexy times with him.
Times that can’t happen again, Katie. Stop daydreaming.
“It’s a very nice booty,” I concede. “But I’m more concerned with making sure you press your hands into the mat and tuck your toes. That’s when you’ll find the biggest benefit.”
He cranes his neck, looking up at me. His eyes twinkle. “I’d like you to find my biggest benefit.”
I roll my eyes.
This man is the biggest flirt I’ve ever met.
Well, besides me.
