Normally, I’m at my most centered when I’m doing yoga, but no matter how hard I try during this class, I can’t get my mind to focus on anything other than Declan. It’s been like this for days now, ever since the night he crashed my dinner with Aaron. I think the rest of the class is picking up on it too because I’ve had a few of my regulars ask me if I’m okay when my face flushes at the memory of the heated rounds of truth or dare we were playing.

“Focus on your breath,” I remind my students as I walk between their mats, trying desperately to take my own advice. “Let everything else fall away.”

But that’s just the problem—I can’t let everything else fall away. Not with Declan constantly occupying my thoughts, his smile, his touch, his voice all playing on repeat in my mind like my favorite song.

I need to get it together, but I can’t help it. I had more fun with Declan that night than I can remember having in a long time—and way more fun than I think I’ve ever had with Aaron, not that that’s saying much. It doesn’t help that I’m supposed to meet with Declan for another private lesson right after this class, so the entire time I’ve been leading my students through various poses, I haven’t been able to stop myself from thinking about what Declan would say or think if he saw me bent over with my back arched.

“Beautiful form, Janice,” I say to one of my regulars, a sixty-something grandmother who’s been coming to my classes for nearly a year. She winks at me as if she knows exactly where my mind has been wandering.

“Thanks, honey. You seem distracted today. That handsome hockey player still coming for his private lesson?” she asks, lowering her voice so the others can’t hear.

I feel my cheeks burn. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whisper back, but my smile gives me away.

I’m weirdly nervous and excited about seeing him again, and I don’t know what that says or what to do about it. I feel like I’m playing with fire when it comes to him, but I keep getting dangerously close to the flames and circling back for more. There’s something about him, something magnetic, that keeps luring me back in. And I’m starting to get to the point where I’m tired of fighting it or trying to deny it’s there.

Because after the things we shared with each other, and the kiss that cemented it, how could either of us deny it ever again?