Page 33 of Downward Dawg

Several voices joined hers as they counted down the rest of the pose. Elodie went flat to the ground, then primed them for the next pose. “Curl your toes under and push up to your knees, then lift into downward dog. This should be as comfortable as child’s pose, but if it’s not, don’t forget you can bend your knees, or pedal your heels to stretch out the hamstrings. This is your practice, so modify things as much as is needed for your comfort.”

She was at an angle to the rest of the class and used the mirrors to review everyone’s position.

From here, she also had the best view of Dom’s flawless ass. Hips lifted high, he had created a perfect triangle, something she knew he’d been working on. His bare feet were flat on the mat, legs straight, and that delectable, delickable ass was on finest display in the dark leggings he’d put on for today’s class.

She grinned when she caught his gaze in the mirror, nearly laughing aloud at the disgruntled expression her husband put on when he realized she’d been ogling him.

Then he smiled, and everything in her world righted, as always.

Few things made her more contented than Dominick happy.

Good vibes only.

She checked out the other students, calling out the next position, watching as Dom transitioned smoothly into the forward fold.

Off to the side, she caught sight of the coffee mug she’d finally officially confiscated from his shop. It summed up everything about her life’s philosophy perfectly, and Elodie couldn’t stop her giggle at the phrase.

Don’t be a cuntcake.

Best. Life. Ever.

The End