PEYTON'S POV
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His nerve wrecking stare hits me like hot air on a cool day . My stomach twists , heat pools between my legs and I keep on chewing on my bottom lip as I turn my face away from him . We stand with our arms stretched up above our heads , our hands plastered together and one leg in the air , our foot pressing against our other inner thigh . " The next stretch we are doing , we are not going to put our foot down , but lower it and kick it backwards as we reach downward , resting our hands against the floor without bending your leg ." I demand and his eyes slowly widens , his lips that were in a straight line now agape and I wanted to laugh at his baffled expression . " It's not hard ." I giggle before demonstrating . I slowly and carefully make my way down , lifting my leg in
