I glance over at him and try to keep the smile off my face, but I can still see a hint of it in my reflection. “It’s yoga. We’re supposed to be quiet.”

“No wonder it’s hard for me,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh at that.

“You’re doing great,” I tell him, although I can’t say the same for myself.

My hands are trembling as I try to hold myself up, which never happens. I’ve done this pose thousands of times by now, but I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the pose and everything to do with the gorgeous man next to me whose eyes haven’t left mine. We transition into child’s pose from there and hold it for a few minutes before repeating the entire routine from top to bottom and coming back into child’s pose.

“I was right. That was one hell of a workout,” Declan says with a huffed laugh, his voice slightly muffled thanks to how close his mouth is to the floor. I don’t say anything, I just try to stay focused on my breath—mostly because I’m a little afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I open it. But Declan is watching me, waiting for the next instruction, so I take one last deep breath and let it out slowly.

“That’s it for today,” I tell him, and he looks almost disappointed as he pushes himself up to his knees.

I stand up and head to the back wall to grab a towel and the sanitizer spray bottle. I kneel down to wipe my mat thoroughly before rolling it up and tucking it onto the storage shelf. Then I hurry to where my bag is lying beside his. I move to lift his bag out of the way, but I’m still so flustered that my hands are shaking a bit, and I accidentally drop one of the straps of his bag. A few things fall out of it, and I grimace.

“Shit, sorry!” I quickly pick up the things that fell and shove them back into his bag as Declan walks over, sliding his freshly cleaned mat onto the shelf beside mine.

“No worries.” He gives an easy shake of his head.

I hand him his bag, and we stand staring at each other for a suspended moment. The smoldering look in his eyes starts my heart pounding so hard again that I swear I’m going to pass out on the spot. Then he leans in, and before I register what’s happening, he plants a kiss on my cheek, and I feel my entire body freeze.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he adds as he pulls back from me.

I can’t find words, not even a simple you’re welcome.