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“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
I swallow hard. “I don’t care.”
“You do.”
Oh, I am going to kick him. “Leave me alone.”
“But I love making that little spot tick.” When he presses into the skin right along my jaw, I back away, gawking at him. My face is on fire, and my heart is in my throat. Jesus, I’m pathetic! He just touches my face, and I want to dry-hump him.
What in the world is wrong with me?
His lids fall a bit, such a sexy smolder on his face as he looks me over. “Man, you’re hot.”
I side-eye him. “Please.”
“Please take you, or please leave you alone?”
I groan again. Thankfully, Prince’s voice fills the little area we have all gathered in. There are probably fifteen of us, so we don’t take up much room on the quad. While it isn’t my ideal place to do yoga, thankfully, no one is really awake at four a.m.
Except Ryan.
As Prince goes on about body and soul, I feel Ryan’s gaze. I try so hard to ignore it, but apparently, the universe likes to fuck with me. Shooting him a sideways glance, I whisper, “Stop.”
“But you’re so beautiful.”
I glare. “You’re being obnoxious.”
He grins. “I don’t think it’s fair to expect me to keep that sentiment in. You are gorgeous, and it’s only right that I tell you.”
He’s impossible. Shaking my head, I close my eyes as instructed, trying to push away the bad thoughts, like punching Ryan in the throat, and let in the good thoughts, like climbing on top of Ryan and hoping he knows how to use his hands. Inhaling deeply, I let my breath out in a whoosh before repeating the action over and over again. Prince is rambling on about peaceful soul and mind. Usually, I use this time to think of my day, to go over what I want to do in the gym later, but that’s not the case this morning.
No, I have one eye open, watching Ryan.
Where the hell did his shirt go?
He’s sitting on his legs, his toes tucked under his ass as his palms face forward. His head is back, his throat long and corded as he looks up at the sky. Each breath he draws in fills his chest, and the muscles that move and flex are downright wrong, leaving me completely and utterly breathless.
“All right, let’s go to Chaturanga.”
Damn it. I missed the first pose.
Catching up, I get into the Chaturanga, and while I’d usually look up at the front, I look to where Ryan is doing it effortlessly. His body is a machine, and each part is fine-tuned, leaving me purring like a fucking cat.
Damn it!
“This is my favorite.”
My brows shoot to my hairline. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, it’s so good for the midsection.” This dude actually lifts up his hand, running it down his midsection while still holding himself up. “So good. The burn.”
“Show-off,” I spit at him, and he chuckles while Prince tells us to release. Falling to my stomach in a huff, I connect my gaze with his once more. “Aren’t you cold?”
“No, why? My tits hard?”
When he looks down, I do too, and then I start snorting like a pig. “What in the world?”
He laughs with me, his eyes bright as he shrugs. “What?”
“Why would that be the first thing you think of? You don’t have a shirt on, and it’s cold, duh.”
“Yeah, I guess, but usually, that’s how I tell people are cold. Hard nips.”
I’m still giggling. “You’re a freak.”
“So are you,” he accuses. “You’re laughing.”
I shake my head. “Whatever, it was funny.”
“It was, and I have to admit, you’re even prettier when you laugh.”
Pressing my lips together, I look away as my face fills with color. “Oh, hush.”
“Never.”
Prince says something, but I miss it. “You’re distracting me.”
He shrugs. “This is boring stuff anyway. I wanna do something fun. Like Bakasana.” When he transitions into the position perfectly, I want to kick him, especially because now I have to do it to show off too. Getting into the position with ease, I look at him and he grins.
“Impressive.”
“Well, my midsection is pretty well worked.”
He licks his lips, his eyes moving down my body before meeting my gaze once more. “Mm, I bet it is.”
Yeah, I’m not sure what happens, but I promptly fall.
On my face.
Closing my eyes, I’m met by his laughter, and I want to die right there. I glare at him as I push myself up. “I don’t like you.”
“Yes, you do,” he teases as he moves into a handstand, pointing his toes in the air.
“I have half a mind to kick your hands out from under you.”
