14-06-2025, 04:56 AM
This isn’t just yoga anymore
He is liking this way more than the actual Yoga.
He don't want to pull away from this
The lines were blurring—beautifully, unmistakably.
And though no boundary had been crossed outright, there were so many moments that hovered just near the edge.
Her touch on his chest.
The softness of her voice.
The way her body fit beside his as if it had always known how to.
His breath was slower now, deeper, but it didn’t bring calm.
It brought awareness—of her scent, of her nearness, of the way she occasionally glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.
There was a quiet daring in her now, and it was magnetic.
She's not just teaching me to move.
She’s showing me how she feels.
And whether she admitted it or not, Abhi was certain of one thing now: they were no longer just practicing poses.
They were rehearsing something else entirely.
He is liking this way more than the actual Yoga.
He don't want to pull away from this
The lines were blurring—beautifully, unmistakably.
And though no boundary had been crossed outright, there were so many moments that hovered just near the edge.
Her touch on his chest.
The softness of her voice.
The way her body fit beside his as if it had always known how to.
His breath was slower now, deeper, but it didn’t bring calm.
It brought awareness—of her scent, of her nearness, of the way she occasionally glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.
There was a quiet daring in her now, and it was magnetic.
She's not just teaching me to move.
She’s showing me how she feels.
And whether she admitted it or not, Abhi was certain of one thing now: they were no longer just practicing poses.
They were rehearsing something else entirely.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)