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For a second, I’m not sure if he’s talking about the stretching or about us. He’s but a hair’s breadth away, and I’m so defenceless and… vulnerable.
I swallow.
“Trust me, sweetheart.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I close my eyes and relax as much as I’m able to, my knees falling to the ground, the stretch severe at first but then pliable. It’s almost comfortable, freeing… liberating, until he slaps my leg and jumps to his feet.
“Well done, everyone. Class dismissed. See you next week.”
My eyes shoot open, and I prop myself on my elbows. “That’s it?”
He offers me his hand. “No. I’m not finished with you yet.”
