14-06-2025, 01:44 AM
She Makes a Move
That thought—like a distant thunder—sent a thrill through her.
She sat up and opened her closet.
Short sports bra.
Leggings.
The ones that sat low enough to give him that view.
She fingered the waistband gently.
He’s going to touch me again,
she thought... and...
something in her stirred, urgent and warm.
But there was guilt too.
A gentle sting when she thought of her husband.
Later, she told herself.
For now, this was her moment.
This spark she hadn’t allowed herself in her life.
She deserved it.
Or so she reasoned.
Setting out tomorrow’s yoga clothes neatly by the door, she lay back and closed her eyes.
This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...
She whispered—but her heart pounded in disagreement.
That thought—like a distant thunder—sent a thrill through her.
She sat up and opened her closet.
Short sports bra.
Leggings.
The ones that sat low enough to give him that view.
She fingered the waistband gently.
He’s going to touch me again,
she thought... and...
something in her stirred, urgent and warm.
But there was guilt too.
A gentle sting when she thought of her husband.
Later, she told herself.
For now, this was her moment.
This spark she hadn’t allowed herself in her life.
She deserved it.
Or so she reasoned.
Setting out tomorrow’s yoga clothes neatly by the door, she lay back and closed her eyes.
This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...
She whispered—but her heart pounded in disagreement.
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