The group slowly began to disperse after the yoga session, slipping into quiet pairs, some holding hands, some not. The sky was painted with late afternoon gold, and the trees swayed like they were breathing too.
Kingsley and Katherine walked a little away from the main lawn, finding a shaded bench beneath a tree. Neither of them spoke right away. The bench creaked faintly beneath their weight.
He looked at her—not too directly—and said, “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
She turned toward him, brows slightly lifted. “What?”
“The yoga,” he said, then shook his head. “No. You.”
Katherine looked down at her hands in her lap. “You always say things like that when you’re trying to make me feel something.”
“I’m not trying,” he said quietly. “I already feel it.”
She didn’t reply, bu
