hint.
Krista stripped off her soaked shirt, mostly
wet from fog juice rather than sweat, and sauntered down the beach
in her sports bra and yoga pants. Sean followed suit, both of them
mopping their faces, and both indiscriminately checking the other
out. Krista could just make out Sean’s smile with her peripheral
vision. Obviously he knew she was checking him out as he was her,
and thought it just as funny. Neither of them commented.
They went through the yoga poses again,
which were the same as the last time. Krista still hadn’t been to a
yoga class to learn more. This time, surprisingly, Sean had the
easier ones down, and was a great deal better at the harder
ones.
“You’ve been practicing,” Krista accused,
definitely feeling better about her life after the run.
“I couldn’t have you drowning. Been running,
too.”
“Just can’t stand someone beating you at
something, huh?”
“I’ve not really had a lot of experience
with it, no.”
She laughed at him.
“It could be worse I suppose,” he said as he
attempted to balance with this right foot resting on the inside of
his left thigh. “You could be stronger as well as faster and
prettier.”
Krista gave him a “hmmm” at his flattery. It
was hard to tell if it was true or autopilot. She let out a
cleansing breath as she focused and balanced her body in the final
yoga pose. She centered herself, gathered herself, and felt peace
within herself. She could love Sean in an asexual way. There was no
need to get physically involved. She could love herself in the same
way. She didn’t need to have it all—she just needed to find peace
somewhere.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was
tucking its light into the belt of the horizon. The sky was lit in
fire and ice filtered through shifting bursts of white. Krista
noticed Sean was staring at her. His taut body fully faced her, his
large hands at his sides, his eyes lost to shadow. The pull of him
was so strong she wavered where she stood, desperate to keep
herself from taking those two steps and letting him put his hands
on her. This wasn’t his tricks. He was radiating an animalistic
hunger. A hunger to mate; to pick her up where she stood and take
her back to his bed. To consume her. To be consumed.
“Shall we?” she asked, her voice distant and
hoarse.
Sean started, not realizing he was staring
at her like a poor man at a treasure map, and nodded, taking two
big steps toward home before stopping himself. He waited for her to
catch up, and then kept pace back to the path that would take her
home.
“Okay, well...” Krista said, taking a step
toward her house.
“If you aren’t doing anything, how about
dinner?”
Krista could have sworn he sounded nervous.
For a man with the ability to drip charm from his every word, he
sounded like a lost little boy. But then, he might have been
worried she’d freak out again. He wasn’t the only one.
She just shrugged, “Your house or mine?”
“Mine.”
They went back to his house and called for
Thai food. Neither of them wanted to talk about work so instead
they sat on the couch and debated which movie to watch. They
finally chose an action movie. It was free, it was on, and it
didn’t take any brain power.
Throughout the movie, Krista could tell he
wasn’t paying attention. Something was distracting him. He didn’t
even notice her watching him, which wasn’t usual. She heard his
phone vibrate a couple times, and after he checked the caller, he
silenced it.
As far as she knew, there were two big
issues in his life at that moment. One was getting the account, and
the other was Monica badmouthing and stalking him. Being that Sean
would never silence a call from Tory, and also his jaw clenched
when he saw the name, she figured it was the latter.
“It really bothers you, huh?” she asked.
“What’s that?” he asked, snapping out of his
current reverie. His eyes were a vivid green. Piercing. They pinned
her to the couch. Heat rose and
Krista stripped off her soaked shirt, mostly
wet from fog juice rather than sweat, and sauntered down the beach
in her sports bra and yoga pants. Sean followed suit, both of them
mopping their faces, and both indiscriminately checking the other
out. Krista could just make out Sean’s smile with her peripheral
vision. Obviously he knew she was checking him out as he was her,
and thought it just as funny. Neither of them commented.
They went through the yoga poses again,
which were the same as the last time. Krista still hadn’t been to a
yoga class to learn more. This time, surprisingly, Sean had the
easier ones down, and was a great deal better at the harder
ones.
“You’ve been practicing,” Krista accused,
definitely feeling better about her life after the run.
“I couldn’t have you drowning. Been running,
too.”
“Just can’t stand someone beating you at
something, huh?”
“I’ve not really had a lot of experience
with it, no.”
She laughed at him.
“It could be worse I suppose,” he said as he
attempted to balance with this right foot resting on the inside of
his left thigh. “You could be stronger as well as faster and
prettier.”
Krista gave him a “hmmm” at his flattery. It
was hard to tell if it was true or autopilot. She let out a
cleansing breath as she focused and balanced her body in the final
yoga pose. She centered herself, gathered herself, and felt peace
within herself. She could love Sean in an asexual way. There was no
need to get physically involved. She could love herself in the same
way. She didn’t need to have it all—she just needed to find peace
somewhere.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was
tucking its light into the belt of the horizon. The sky was lit in
fire and ice filtered through shifting bursts of white. Krista
noticed Sean was staring at her. His taut body fully faced her, his
large hands at his sides, his eyes lost to shadow. The pull of him
was so strong she wavered where she stood, desperate to keep
herself from taking those two steps and letting him put his hands
on her. This wasn’t his tricks. He was radiating an animalistic
hunger. A hunger to mate; to pick her up where she stood and take
her back to his bed. To consume her. To be consumed.
“Shall we?” she asked, her voice distant and
hoarse.
Sean started, not realizing he was staring
at her like a poor man at a treasure map, and nodded, taking two
big steps toward home before stopping himself. He waited for her to
catch up, and then kept pace back to the path that would take her
home.
“Okay, well...” Krista said, taking a step
toward her house.
“If you aren’t doing anything, how about
dinner?”
Krista could have sworn he sounded nervous.
For a man with the ability to drip charm from his every word, he
sounded like a lost little boy. But then, he might have been
worried she’d freak out again. He wasn’t the only one.
She just shrugged, “Your house or mine?”
“Mine.”
They went back to his house and called for
Thai food. Neither of them wanted to talk about work so instead
they sat on the couch and debated which movie to watch. They
finally chose an action movie. It was free, it was on, and it
didn’t take any brain power.
Throughout the movie, Krista could tell he
wasn’t paying attention. Something was distracting him. He didn’t
even notice her watching him, which wasn’t usual. She heard his
phone vibrate a couple times, and after he checked the caller, he
silenced it.
As far as she knew, there were two big
issues in his life at that moment. One was getting the account, and
the other was Monica badmouthing and stalking him. Being that Sean
would never silence a call from Tory, and also his jaw clenched
when he saw the name, she figured it was the latter.
“It really bothers you, huh?” she asked.
“What’s that?” he asked, snapping out of his
current reverie. His eyes were a vivid green. Piercing. They pinned
her to the couch. Heat rose and
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