Page 30 of Undeniably

“Good. I’ve been good. Is Morgan around?”

“Yeah, she should be finishing up in the atrium. Head that direction. Good to see you, Keaton.”

“Thanks. You too.”

I head towards the atrium. Much of the house is the same. Morgan’s dance studio used to be in the basement. I wonder why she’s dancing in a different room.

As I approach the atrium, I hear an upbeat pop song blaring instead of the delicate, classical music from before. I pause at the door, expecting to see her dancing. Instead, I’m in shock.

My eye quickly finds Morgan at least fifteen feet in the air, being held up by two long pieces of fabric that she continuously moves. My heart races as she unwraps her body from the fabric, only to twist and rewrap it around her body.

I’m entranced by her body as she moves fluidly with the music. Watching her do ballet was impressive, but watching her with this new dance is more than impressive. It’s also dangerous, which has my nerves on edge waiting for a misstep that can cause her death.

I don’t realize I was holding my breath until she lets go of the end of the rope, causing her to fall towards the floor. Gasping, I take two steps forward before she catches herself.

Her eyes meet mine suddenly as the music is switches off, and she lowers herself to the floor.

“Keaton.”

“No way, missy. Get back in position. You still owe me five more minutes.” My gaze turns to meet an older woman that looks to be in her thirties or forties standing next to the sound system.

“Anita….” Morgan trails off, looking at me.

“Nope. No. Just because your boyfriend shows up doesn’t get you out of it. He can sit his ass in the corner and watch, but you still owe me five minutes, and that’s what I’m getting out of you.”

Morgan shoots me an apologetic smile. “You can wait upstairs.”

I scoff at her. “I’ll just sit over here.”

I make myself comfortable on the far wall facing her. As the music starts, Morgan keeps cutting her eyes my way.

“Focus, Morgan,” Anita chastises, tearing Morgan’s eyes from mine.

The next moment, she’s back up in the air. My heart pounds just as much as the first time. My heart isn’t the only part of my body taking notice either. I can’t help the reaction from my lower half as I watch her body move to the music.

She’s as graceful as she ever was, but there's an unfamiliar edge to her that wasn't there before. She’s more careful with her movements.

For five minutes, my eyes don’t leave her. I don’t miss the movements that cause her to wince or the ones that bring a smile to her face. At the end of the five minutes, sweat causes her body to shine in the light while her rapid breaths bring my eyes to her breasts.

Fuck if my pants don’t become even tighter.

“Excellent job. How do you feel?” Anita is rubbing Morgan’s legs and ankles while Morgan’s drinking water.

“Tight, but it’s a good tightness—like I worked a muscle, not like it’s hurt.”

“Everything feels okay here. I think you cut back to one soak a day. I’ll see you next week. Keep up the excellent work.”

“Thanks, Anita.”

The room is silent as Anita leaves. After a moment, Morgan turns and looks at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Well hello to you too,friend.” I emphasize my point.

“So, you wanted to drop by unexpectedly. I prefer my friends to call.”

“I tried calling and texting, but you didn’t answer.”

She walks over to a bag by the sound system, pulling out her phone. Then she turns and strides towards me.

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