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obey, Olivia’s hands are on
me, stretching my leg or arm further or attempting to release my back. But her
hands have the opposite effect on me than she intends. Every time she touches
me, I tense up, feeling the warmth of her hands against my skin. They’re strong
and delicate at the same time, and I can’t stop imagining what I want her to do
with those hands. And I can’t help noticing that she’s helping me more than
anyone else in the class. I want to think that it’s because she wants to feel
the same thing I’m feeling with every touch and not because I am completely
inept at yoga. I can hear her breath between the faint flute sounds and bird
chirps.
    Damn it, Piper
Sullivan.
    She could have done
what any normal person would have done. She could have asked Olivia for her
number and passed it along to me. Or she could have slipped Olivia my number.
Or she could have asked Olivia if she was interested in me. She could have done
a million other things than make me come to the class without telling me that
Olivia is the instructor and will have her hands all over me.
    By the time the class
is over, my shirt is drenched in sweat and despite Piper’s claim it would relax
every single tension in my body, I’m wired and all hopped up like one of the
trust-fund frat guys on coke.
    “Thanks for a great
class. Namaste,” Olivia says softly with her hands clasped in front of her
chest.
    “Namaste,” Piper
replies before she starts to roll up her mat. The rustle behind me indicates
that the rest of the women are doing the same so I follow their lead, watching
Olivia the whole time. She bends down, rolls up her mat, and tucks it
underneath her arm in a few quick movements. As she stands ups, her eyes fall
on me again. She catches me staring.
    “Namaste,” I repeat
with my mat tucked underneath my arm. She arches her eyebrow, and I’m about to
rattle off one of my signature lines when Piper beats me to Olivia. Trust me, I
don’t actually practice these lines. They just come out before I can stop them,
but they always work. At least girls don’t complain in the morning.
    “It’s a pleasure to see
you again, Kelly. How’s your hand?” she asks with a smile that makes my heart bang.
I’m pretty sure my heart has never banged. Not once. I’m not a banging kind of
guy, well at least in regards to my heart.
    Damn it. I don’t know
how this girl is doing this to me. I’m used to being in control with women, but
everything about Olivia makes me feel out of control. It’s that damn smile from
last night.
    “Never been better,” I
reply. “How’s Beyer doing?” I really don’t care how he is doing, but I ask
anyway because it’s the right thing to do. If I have any luck, she’ll tell me
that she’s dumped him and moved on to greener pastures: The Kelly Rolling
Hills.
    “Oh, he’s fine, except
his ego is hurt a bit. He’s never been knocked out before,” Olivia replies. “It
was about time that jerk got knocked out.”
    “Well, there’s a first
for everything,” I reply. Piper makes a sound that I can’t quite make out -
half snort, half laugh maybe - before taking a few steps back. She begins talking
with another woman from class. I run through what Olivia said, and a certain
word catches in my head. “Jerk?”
    “Yeah, Jax is a first
rate asshole.”
    “Most girls don’t call
their boyfriends assholes,” I say. I can’t take my eyes off the curves of her lush
pink lips. She takes note; otherwise, it’s a cruel coincidence because she
gently bites down on her lower lip before she speaks.
    “You think Jax is my
boyfriend?” Her eyes widen and then she lets out a small laugh. “The guy that
you knocked out? You think I’d date someone like that?”
    “Oh, I thought I heard
that somewhere.” I want to drag Piper over here and elbow her a dozen times in
her ribs or maybe put her in a sleeper hold. Nighty night, Pipes. Instead, I focus
on Olivia’s eyes. As long as I keep it above the