I shift from one foot to the other. “I, uh—had something I wanted to…” “Oh my gosh, is that giant man stuttering?! He’s so adorable.” Bree looks over my shoulder to where that whispered comment came from. “Back in the studio or you’re all doing ten minutes of push-ups before class is over!” Such a drill sergeant. I wonder if these girls find her threatening. I just want to kiss her.
