I heard the front door burst open like someone was breaking in. My heart jumped. Marcus and I were in the middle of a deep stretch. He had my legs stretched wide in a gymnastic position, pressing gently on my thighs to help open my hips. It was completely professional, but from the doorway it probably looked intense because of how I sounded.
Ryan stood there breathing hard, eyes wide like he expected to catch us doing something.
“Ryan?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Is everything okay? Were they chasing you or something?”
He blinked, looking confused for a second. Then he forced a laugh. “The door was stuck. I thought something was wrong inside. So I had to push it hard.”
Marcus slowly let go of my legs and stepped back. He picked up his water bottle and took a long drink, giv
