Twelve
Tadasana. Utkanasana. Bakasana.
Jase bent and stretched, the strength moves starting out easy and getting more difficult with each successive pose. He strained to control his breathing, sweat dripping from his nose and running from his hairline down his bare back.
Despite himself, he let out a hiss. “Ouch!”
“Stings, huh?”
He glanced over at Carey, who stared back at him with a raised eyebrow.
“f**k yeah, it stings. You scratched me to ribbons.”
Carey pointed to a vivid bruise on his shoulder. “Well, you bit me, so…”
They stared at each other, awareness arcing between them, the heat banked and just beneath the surface.
Jase cleared his throat. “I wanna finish this,” he said gruffly. “And then we can talk.”
Nodding, Carey collapsed on his butt, his back against the couch, le
