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I place my hand on my hips and frown at him. “It calms you.”
“The only thing it’s going to do is make me want to hurl myself off the Grand Canyon,” he mutters
“Are those thoughts you have often?” I ask.
“Not everything I say has a hidden meaning behind it.”
I take him at his word – he doesn’t seem like the type who would have those kinds of thoughts – but I’ll still keep a close eye on him.
He’s not the first one to think my yoga routine is crazy and bullshit, but no one ever bothers trying it out before knocking on it. Yoga was what got me through the stress of college, especially after finding out my parents took out a second mortgage to pay for it, and I’ve lived by it ever since.
This is my morning routine – I eat a healthy breakfast, get into my yoga clothes, then spend a couple hours each morning and night doing yoga poses. I’ve got favorites that I prefer to do, but today I’m going to start with the basics for Ryker since he’s not accustomed to it.
“I want to start with the breath of fire,” I say softly. “It’s simple. You’re going to take deep breaths. As you inhale, I want you to allow the anger inside to rise up and release it as you exhale.”
Even though I’m not angry, I cross my legs together and let my arms fall to my sides as I show him how to do it. When I glance at him, he’s looking at me as if I’ve spoken another language, but moves so that he’s sitting just as I am and copies my deep breaths for a few minutes.
I wait until I notice his posture relaxing before I clear my throat and say, “Now, I want you to open your hands and hold them up in the sky like this.”
He turns to look at me, nothing but confusion on his face, and it takes everything in me not to chuckle. “Uh, okay.”
“You’re going to give voice to that anger,” I say. “Scream at the top of your lungs, release any lingering emotion.”
His eyes bulge and he shakes his head. “No way.”
I roll my eyes and let a scream rip through the air, then smile brightly at him. “Your turn, Rockstar.”
Although he still looks hesitant about it, he takes another few deep breaths like we’ve been doing for the last few minutes, then lifts his arms slowly into the air above his head. I flinch at the first sound of his scream, but I can tell that the anger hiding deep beneath the surface is being let out and I relax into my sitting position.
His chest is rising and falling as he sucks in sharp breaths, then he turns to me. “Like that?”
I hold a finger up. “Now, we sit in silence for a few minutes.”
It’s not an awkward silence and that’s a good thing because this next step is all about him noticing how he feels now that he let the anger out of him.
When the minutes are up, I clear my throat. “How do you feel?”
“Uh, fine?”
I smile at him. “Do you feel lighter? How did you feel allowing yourself to scream?”
He looks forward, toward the space where he let his scream go, and he hums in response to my question. “Yeah, you know, it did feel good to scream on my own. There’s still anger simmering, but it’s not nearly as heavy as before.”
“That’s normal. You won’t see a response right away, but doing this when the emotions begin to be too much could give you a clearer mind. You’d be surprised how much yoga could help with frustration.”
I do a quick stretch with my legs, then stand and find his eyes rolling over my curves with heat swimming in the irises.
“Next time, we’ll focus on an exercise that isn’t so loud,” I say, doing my best to ignore the way he’s looking at me.
“I never said there would be a next time” he grinds out, then rises from his place on the ground and walks over to me. “You could get yourself in a lot of trouble wearing something like that out here, who knows who could be watching from the fences.”
Even though it’s a secluded area, I’m sure he gets plenty of crazies who trek through the trees ahead just to try climbing over the fence and make it to his front door. I shiver at the prospect of someone watching me from far away and slowly cover myself with a frown.
Ryker chuckles in front of me and brings a hand up, brushing a strand of sweat soaked hair from my face, and leans forward until his mouth is right next to my ear. “Don’t worry, teach, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
Just like that, my pussy drips with arousal and I have to rub my thighs together. I expect him to back up, but the heat radiating from his body still seeps into mine like heat from a flame and I’m drowning in the sensations from it. My head is growing fuzzy and I find myself inching closer to him, even though I shouldn’t be.
I can’t concentrate on anything, not even if I’m breathing the right way, and I run through all the possible questions I could ask him now that he’s feeling lighter.
