The warm afternoon sun filters through the curtains of our cabin, the quiet comfort of our shared space wrapping around us. Jack sets his phone on the nightstand and stretches, his shirt pulling slightly over his toned frame.
"I don’t know about you," he says, glancing at me with a grin, "but I need a good shower after all that activity this morning."
I laugh, still feeling the stretch from the yoga class. "You go ahead. I’ll shower after you."
Jack grabs a towel and heads to the bathroom, leaving me to reflect on the yoga session. Priya, the yoga instructor, was so calm and composed, her movements like poetry. Brenda had been there too, and we’d shared a few laughs trying to keep up with some of the more challenging poses. I couldn’t wait to tell Jack all about it.
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