us both. “Your bodies never failed you. Even without sight, they knew what to do. They carried you through your practice and I want you to take that knowledge with you when you leave this studio.
“Now fold down and take a seat on your mat.”
It felt good to sit, to rest and let the heat consume me even more. I glanced back up to Erik in time to see him reach for a towel and drag it across his forehead. It didn’t help much; we were both drenched.
“Keep falling, using your core to slowly guide you down until you’re lying on your back. We’re going to do a simple spinal twist before we’re done.”
She instructed us to bend our right knee and let it fall gently over the left side of our body.
“Stretch your arms out in a T and let your right ear rest against the mat. You should feel a gentle stretch in your spine.”
Erik was on the other side of me and my hand hit his forearm as I adjusted into the pose. He tensed but didn’t move it away, and I inhaled a shaky breath, hyperaware of the skin-to-skin contact. Though I was facing away from him, I swore he was watching me in the pose, staring at the rise of my chest as another bead of sweat dripped down my sports bra. My skin was on fire. I wanted to turn over my shoulder and find out if he was watching me, but I resisted the urge.
Kira walked behind me and bent low.
“Inhale,” she said, dropping one hand to my hip and one hand on my knee. As I exhaled, she pushed down, slowly, pushing me farther into the pose. My exhale sounded more like a soft moan, forcing a new layer of flames to spread across my skin.
“Good,” she said. “Now switch sides.”
I adjusted back to center and then lifted my left leg to let it drape over to the right side of my body. My head twisted to the left to take in the sight of Erik. Just like I’d been, he was facing away from me, gracing me with an unhindered view of his body. His bare chest was so close I could have leaned over and dragged the pads of my fingers down across him. Would he flinch if I tried? If I leaned over and licked away a bead of sweat before it hit his shorts? I was contemplating the thought when Kira moved over him, telling him to exhale and adjusting him in the pose the same way she’d adjusted me. Her hands were on his hips as he let out a heavy exhale.
Jealousy burned through me again at the sight of them so close together. Every fiber of my being knew the two of them had slept together before. Was this the whole point of yoga? Did he want to bring me here to show me his former conquests? Or how far I came from comparing to someone like Kira? Anything I was, she was more. Her body was tempting and sensual. Her hair was long and dark. Her breasts were full and perky. Her hips were just curvy enough to drive any man insane.
“Good, Erik,” she said with a husky tone before hovering over him an inch lower.
My eyes narrowed in anger. I felt like a voyeur watching them there on the mat. Her touch on him looked intimate, practiced, familiar, and by the time she moved away from him, I saw red.
The song on the playlist switched and a darker, more seductive sound filled the quiet studio.
“Erik, lie flat on your back now. We’re going to try something between you two.”
Between us?
Her soft gaze turned to me. “Brie, come bend down behind Erik.”
He sat up in protest, but Kira shook her head as she walked to turn the music up higher.
“Lie back and close your eyes, Erik.”
My gaze flicked from Kira to Erik, waiting for him to put an end to this. He didn’t want me touching him—he’d made that perfectly clear over the last few days—but he didn’t stand up to leave. He lay back down just like Kira had requested. Is he too intrigued to defy her? Or is he just so accustomed to following her commands throughout the session? I felt a searing in my chest when I saw how sweet and compliant he could be with this other woman, though he was so volatile with me.
Jealousy ate away at me as I