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It takes a minute to get in position. I keep falling because we’re laughing, but finally, it sticks.

“We got it,” he grunts, but then suddenly, I’m flying forward.

Matt’s legs split apart, and he catches my shoulders with his arms, lowering me to his chest. I’m lying on top of him, feeling his every muscle. His arms wrap around my back and waist, and his gaze drops momentarily to my lips, then back up.

If he goes for it, it would be our first kiss.

“This is what they mean by hot yoga.” His voice is deep and rough.

I shake my head with a smile. “Still not hot yoga.”

“It is to me.”

Slowly, he rolls us over so I’m on the bottom. Our legs are twisted together, and our breaths are heavy. He brushes my hair back, scanning my face. I watch his lips inch closer to mine, knowing what’s coming next—wanting what’s coming next. I like that he’s taking his time, drawing out the suspense so much that my heart beats faster and faster with each passing second. I’m like one of those hot potato timers where the beeping gets more intense the longer it goes. I raise my chin and arch my back, trying to meet him halfway, trying to force the connection sooner. The corner of his mouth lifts into a small smile. He’s got me right where he wants me. His lips brush softly against mine, and then I close my eyes. I needed to see it to believe it. This moment is almost too good to be true.

My grip tightens around his back as he gently kisses me. His fingers glide across my cheek and into the sides of my sweaty hair, flaming my neck with heat. Everything about his touch is tender. This isn’t some passionate make-out session full of lust. This is sweet and simple, a pouring of affection in each skim and graze.

And right then, in my new yoga studio, in the middle of our first kiss, I know Matt Johnson is a keeper.

CHAPTER 14

MATT

We’re standing by the catamarans, waiting for the hotel guide to give us instructions on sailing these stupid boats.

I’m feeling particularly grumpy, but at least Fabiyoga is gone.

It’s clear Remi is playing dirty. So, I strengthen my resolve.

I smile at Cobie’s date, Lissy.

She takes the bait and walks closer.

“So, you’re the best man?” she says, shimmying in front of me.

Perfect.

I couldn’t have planned this better, even if I had tried.

“That’s what they tell me.” I give her my flirty smile, making sure to keep my eyes up. I am laser-focused on her face. I may be trying to make Remi jealous, but I’m not a sleazeball.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Bradley Cooper?” she asks with a flirty smile.

And there’s the elbow to my side that I was expecting as Remi pushes in front of me. She reaches her hand out to Lissy. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Jana’s friend, Remi.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about you,” I lie.

She looks over her shoulder, shooting me a tight smile. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

She knows me too well. I can’t forget about her—even when I want to—but I’m not admitting to anything. It’s all about keeping the upper hand.

“If you’re the best man,” Lissy laughs, patting me on the arm, “what am I doing with Cobie?”

I smile. “I’m sure Cobie isn’t a bad second.”

Remi leans in, her arm brushing up against my bare skin, sending a rush of warmth straight to my heart. “You know she’s here with another man, right?”

I turn to her and widen my smile.

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