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Breathe

... He wanted to see how she reacted and go from there. Jenna slowly tilted her head to the other side, her eyes still linked on his. “Stay or go, Jenna? It’s time to decide.” She took a deep breath. Tyrone held her under his stoic gaze as she stood up before him. *** Last Wednesday... Over the next few weeks, Tyrone was front and center in the studio for the weekly yoga session. The other participants gave him a wide berth but Jenna was unfettered. She was quietly pleased with the man’s stalwart presence in the room and his impressive progress. For Tyrone, he appreciated her subtle, yet resolute, guidance as she led the group. She never addressed anyone specifically, though he always suspected she was speaking to him. More so than the words she spoke, it was the cadence of her voice, the soft tones, the easy breathing, that he focused on. It was like following the trickle of a gentle stream. The pleasing effect of watching her lithe, supple body glide effortlessly through various stances couldn't be underestimated either. No, Tyrone definitely had an appreciative eye for her physique and he admired her control over it. “You’ve really improved,” Jenna said to him at the end of the session as the others left, “you’ve got the basic positions down pretty well.” “I’ve practiced on the weekends,” Tyrone conceded, grinning. She smiled. “Impressive. Dedicated when presented with a challenge?” “I’m all in,” he said. “As you’ve noted, I’m tenacious when I want something.” She shrugged. ...

... “I’m just surprised yoga would be something you would want.” “Hey, I’m all for anything that requires me to be disciplined and focused.” She walked around him to her bottle by the wall. “You’re still giving off a bit of a caged-animal vibe, though.” “Yeah, well, it must be because you’re holding back,” Tyrone replied, “You’re not pushing us hard enough.” “It’s not a competition. Besides,” she said, “we do this as a group. I try to keep things at a level so that everyone can participate. Leave no man behind, right?” “Ah, so I knew you were holding back,” he chuckled. Tyrone watched her as she drank, her back to him. He leaned over a little so he could look in her eyes through her reflection in the mirrored wall. “So how about we leave them all behind?” Jenna swallowed and regarded him in the mirror. “What do you mean?” “One-on-one sessions?” She paused, leaning slightly on the barre rail running along the wall, still gazing back at him. Tyrone kept on her, digging at the tiny notch he had just scratched. “Come on. You gonna pass on having me as a dedicated student? The Bull?” “I’m not a teacher,” she reminded him. “Probably wouldn’t be asking if you were one,” he said. “I find teachers too uptight.” That cracked a smile on her lips. Jenna turned and shook her head. “I’m no expert in the slightest. This is just a hobby. I’m not sure how much I can actually help you improve.” "Jenna, in my position, I make the decisions about who can and can’t help me.” She sighed, “The room is ...