Calorie Burn Between His Sheets - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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My curves had always been noticeable, but two months of stress-eating had taken things to another level—especially up top. The snug yoga pants weren't helping, hugging every inch like they were painted on.
Ethan leaned closer, his toned chest grazing against me in a way that made my breath hitch. That casual-but-definitely-intentional contact sent electricity straight through me.
"We—we done here?" I stammered, voice embarrassingly unsteady. "Maybe we should switch positions?"
He finally pulled back with a sheepish look. "Did I hurt you? Beginners always struggle at first." His voice dropped slightly. "Let's try something... different."
My face burned. Was he trying to sound like that?
After some convincing, he moved on to stretching my legs before letting me sit up—only to reposition himself behind me for my back. Fine. Normal enough.
But then I was flat on the mat, and suddenly his arms circled my waist from behind. The mirror showed everything—how close we were, how it looked. I wanted to melt into the floor.
"Ethan," I coughed out, "I've done yoga before. Pretty sure I can handle this part solo."
"Ryan would kill me if I let you." His hands stayed firm. "Just relax. Let me help."
Against my better judgment, I arched slightly as he knelt behind me, his body flush against my back. His hands traced my curves, following my movements until we were moving together—like some kind of intimate dance.
Then I felt it.
The unmistakable press of him against me as I bent deeper. My pulse went wild.
"This—this isn't appropriate," I managed, voice shaky.
Before I could shove him away, Sophia's laughter cut through the room.
"Damn, Nana," she drawled, grinning. "Didn't take you two long."
My face went nuclear. "Nothing happened!"
"Uh-huh." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Some 'nothing' looks pretty convincing."
Ethan threw his hands up. "We were just—"
"Save it," she sing-songed. "Anyway, bonfire tonight. Don't be late."
At least the retreat's insane price tag included some fun.
Turns out, "bonfire" meant something very different here.
The second I arrived, I knew—this wasn't just marshmallows and campfire songs. The energy was thick enough to choke on.
Ethan leaned closer, his toned chest grazing against me in a way that made my breath hitch. That casual-but-definitely-intentional contact sent electricity straight through me.
"We—we done here?" I stammered, voice embarrassingly unsteady. "Maybe we should switch positions?"
He finally pulled back with a sheepish look. "Did I hurt you? Beginners always struggle at first." His voice dropped slightly. "Let's try something... different."
My face burned. Was he trying to sound like that?
After some convincing, he moved on to stretching my legs before letting me sit up—only to reposition himself behind me for my back. Fine. Normal enough.
But then I was flat on the mat, and suddenly his arms circled my waist from behind. The mirror showed everything—how close we were, how it looked. I wanted to melt into the floor.
"Ethan," I coughed out, "I've done yoga before. Pretty sure I can handle this part solo."
"Ryan would kill me if I let you." His hands stayed firm. "Just relax. Let me help."
Against my better judgment, I arched slightly as he knelt behind me, his body flush against my back. His hands traced my curves, following my movements until we were moving together—like some kind of intimate dance.
Then I felt it.
The unmistakable press of him against me as I bent deeper. My pulse went wild.
"This—this isn't appropriate," I managed, voice shaky.
Before I could shove him away, Sophia's laughter cut through the room.
"Damn, Nana," she drawled, grinning. "Didn't take you two long."
My face went nuclear. "Nothing happened!"
"Uh-huh." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Some 'nothing' looks pretty convincing."
Ethan threw his hands up. "We were just—"
"Save it," she sing-songed. "Anyway, bonfire tonight. Don't be late."
At least the retreat's insane price tag included some fun.
Turns out, "bonfire" meant something very different here.
The second I arrived, I knew—this wasn't just marshmallows and campfire songs. The energy was thick enough to choke on.
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