Page 58 of Spring Awakening

Mali and her new not going to crush on her best friend agenda is not helped by this yoga session. She’s obsessed with his thighs, and the way he grunts when she tries to explain a new position. Really, she was supposed to help them blow off steam, and now all she has is six new positions she wants to get Zach into. God, she’s an awful, awful person.

She also has to keep running away from Frankie when she abuses the whistle.

“Toby, get lower!” Frankie calls.

“Frank,” Mali says, and she comes running over from where she was half pretending to be in a stretch.

“What’s up?”

“I have a question. Like, a personal question.”

“Juicy,” Frankie replies, raising her eyebrows quickly. Mali laughs, unsure of how much she even wants to share. Mali likes Frankie a lot. She’s more than a work friend. But she’s not her best friend.Ugh.

“I live with a guy, and I need to get off without him knowing,” she says quietly.

“Oh.”

“I am so tired of playing acoustic pussy.”

Frankie laughs so hard she falls to the floor. “Acoustic—”

“Frankie!” Mali laughs, kicking her lightly against her thigh. “Shut up!”

Frankie laughs so loud everyone looks over at them, and no, they can’t hear what she’s saying because she can barely speak, but she thinks they might figure it out from the blush on her cheeks.

When she calms down and wipes the dramatic tears from her face, Frankie says, “Ask Zach to fuck you.”

“Oh my God!” Mali groans. “Shh!”

“He can’t hear me. I’m practically whispering. If you don’t wanna ask him, make it obvious you want to.”

“Bye,” Mali says, moving away from Frankie quickly. “Next pose.”

It distracts the guys enough, and they all immediately stand upright, then bend over until they can touch the ground with the palms of their hands. Some of them are bent right in half, and some of them look like triangles.

“Frank, focus!” Mali shouts as she walks away. Frankie has been using the session to figure out training plans for the players—some who might have hip issues as opposed to anything with their knees. She’s also in charge of photos, so she needs to get up.

“Kai,” Mali says, then taps the back of his knee. “If you’re struggling here, bend your knees slightly. Yeah, like that. We want to get your thighs as loose as possible, but you’ve got a match next week, and if you pull a hamstring, Frankie is going to kill me.”

“You got it, Coach.”

“Hey,” Mali says, as she strolls up to Zach. He’s been doing frustratingly well. Hardly needing any pointers, which means she has no reason to come and see him, even though he ditched his shirt ages ago.

“Hi.” He groans.

“You need any help?”

Zach laughs, though it sounds like a cough. “You tell me, Okeye.”

“Hmm… here,” she says, standing behind him. His stomach tenses as she touches his waist, and she truly has never thought about fucking someone from behind like this, but the thought is going to plague her mind for the rest of time.

Mali repositions her hands. They’re more secure now. For safety. “Lift your hips.”

“Mal,” he groans, and it’s truly a testament to her willpower that she’s not thrusting against him. “I can’t.”

“You can,” she replies, pulling her hands closer to his hips. She has to stand on her tiptoes, but it’s worth the effort when he grunts and pushes his hands closer to his feet.

“You’re doing so well.”

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