Cas
*middle finger emoji*
Nate
So excited for this *deadpan meme* Hayleigh already threatened me if I didn’t attend
Ethan
*Indianna Jones with two whips gif*
Nate
Fuck off Ethan…hope you got your spandex on
Ethan
*Borat in his mankini meme*
I close out of the chat, knowing they’re going to go on and on bickering with each other, then look to Hayleigh and Emmy. “Are you both ready?”
**********
We arrive outside Petals and wave through the window at Daisy, seeing that the Peterson brothers are already inside.
“Ugh, it should be illegal to have that many good looking men confined to one space.” Hayleigh stands there, oblivious in her little perv fest.
“Eyes away from my husband, thank you very much.” Emmy raises her brow at her best friend while Hayleigh waggles hers right back.
“Come on, let’s get inside before they start moaning we’re late.” I usher them both inside, and I’m hit with the smell of vanilla; it smells like she’s been baking delicious cupcakes.
“Oh my god, Daisy, what is that amazing smell?” Emmy practically salivates.
“Oh, just the incense. I’m gladsomeof you like it.” She smiles sweetly at us but throws a glare in Ethan’s direction. He’s standing at a mat with his arms crossed and a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude on his face.
“What’s up with him?” I throw a thumb in his direction as I reach Cole, who rolls his eyes.
“He’s just mad you made him attend yoga. He doesn’t think it’s real fitness.” He kisses me softly on the lips, and the boys make gagging sounds like the giant man-children they are.
“Cut it out, you two, and for the record, it isn’t real fitness…” He trails off when Daisy walks back in the room. From the look on her face, she heard every word.
Instead of rising to it, she sits at her mat and presses play on the music. “Thank youallfor coming. We’re going to start with our breathing exercises and meditation for this ‘fake’ fitness session.”
I can’t help the snort that falls out. Her mouth twitches in response.
She guides us through our breathing exercises and meditation, then demonstrates some gentle, low-impact yoga positions. As I’m in the child’s pose, which feels fantastic on my lower back, Ethan scoffs.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear you back there…Edward, was it?” Daisy’s voice is sweet, but the bite she unleashes with her delivery is outstanding.
“Ethan.” He grits out his name. Cas, next to him, is holding on for dear life as his shoulders shake.
Cole shakes his head, smiles and blows a kiss at me.
“Well, Ethan. If you’re finding these poses a little…Simple, I could show you something more advanced?” She’s sitting now, her head cocked to one side.
He takes the bait—stupidboy.
“Bring it on.” His cocky smirk is pasted across his face.
