She’s shifted onto her knees and folded forward, her elbows propped on the floor with her hands held up in a prayer position. “You can follow along if you want to do some energy-boosting poses.” “That’s okay. I suspect I’d injure myself if I tried to do that.” She chuckles and carries on, breathing deeply, moving between yoga poses I recognize but couldn’t name. I watch her without shame. Her body moves with effortless grace, every curve on display. I force myself not to leer, shifting my attention instead to her fingers splayed on the floor, the way her bright hair falls in soft waves when
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