Page 18 of Unbelievable You

“It was fine. A lot of people have it worse,” I said.

Stace reached across the table and took my hand to squeeze it, but I flinched back and knocked my fork on the floor.

“Sorry,” she said, wincing. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said, wondering why I’d reacted like that. Wiggling under the table, I got the fork without injuring myself, but my cheeks were hot with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I should go,” I said. The server definitely wanted to turn over the table, even though it wasn’t that busy in here anymore.

“Of course,” Stace said. “I’ll um…of course.”

She wanted to see me again. It was written all over her face as she frowned. My stomach clenched as I tried to ignore how disappointed she looked. I didn’t owe this woman anything. Sure, she’d saved me, but that was her job. She saved people all the time, not just me.

“Thank you for the pie.” She had paid the bill before I could think to reach for it.

“You’re welcome,” she said. Wow, she could not hide her emotions at all and it was getting to me. Stace was too open. Way too open.

“I teach on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays at the gym.” Why was I telling her this? If she really wanted to know my schedule, she could look it up. Or ask her brother, apparently.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about adding yoga to my workout regimen. Maybe this is the universe telling me to do that,” she said with a grin that leaned on the side of flirtatious.

“You’d be welcome,” I said, trying to keep my face neutral. Encouraging her would only lead to more disappointment. For her. I wasn’t touching all of that sunshine with a ten-foot-pole. If she wanted to come to my yoga class, I couldn’t stop her.

Stace held the door for me and then walked me to my car.

“Now I’d like to ask you to send me a message so I know you got home safe, but I don’t have your number.” She paused, and that was my opening to give her my number, but I wasn’t going to do that.

Her smile fell again, and I wanted to get away from her and her overly expressive face. Too much. She was much too much. Too bright, too sweet, too everything.

“I should get home,” I said again, and she nodded, taking a step back.

“Yeah. Drive safe.”

“You too.”

She waited until I had pulled out of the lot before getting into her car.

Of course she showed up at my class the next day. Of course she did.

Torrin was absent, so it was just her. She filled the doorway and looked lost. I tried not to smile at how cute she was.

Too cute for her own good. Too cute for my good as well.

She had a mat and I went over to give her the same new student talk that I gave everyone else. Not an easy task considering the amount of thigh she had on display. Acres and miles of it peeking out from a tiny pair of shorts paired with a matching tank.

I stumbled over my words as my brain kept yelling at me to stop staring at those thighs. They could crush me and I’d be only too happy to let her.

Lusting after Stace’s thighs was not conducive to teaching yoga, so I closed my eyes for a second to get a grip on myself.

More students arrived and stole my attention away, but I let them. I couldn’t give Stace that much focus. This wasn’t a private yoga session.

I heard a few giggles from some of the women and turned around to see that Micah was here today. He looked up from setting out his mat and gave me a little wave. Micah was an interesting person. Firstly, he was one of the most objectively beautiful men I’d ever seen in my life. With wavy red hair that always seemed styled but probably wasn’t, crystal blue eyes, a perfect jawline, straight nose, and cheekbones you could slice yourself on, he was a knockout. Not to mention his body looked like an anatomy chart. If I had any attraction to men at all, he would have made something happen for me.

Even though I was absolutely and completely secure in my lesbianism, it was nice to have it tested and confirmed so easily with someone like Micah.

Oh, and he didn’t wear a shirt for classes. Just a pair of athletic shorts.

You wanted to hate the guy for being so aesthetically perfect, but he was also a complete sweetie on top of it. With his looks, he would have had every right to fall into a superior personality to the rest of us mere mortals. But no. He was sweet and kind and always had a ready (devastating, if you were attracted to men) smile.

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