Warmth spreads through me at her approval. I’m hoping the tingle in my stomach from her praise isn’t showing too obviously on my face, but judging from the way she’s looking at me, I’m not so sure.

“I think you’re ready for something a little more advanced. We’ll keep that core set, but we’ll add to it today with a few more poses that should target your hip flexibility specifically.”

“I don’t know whether I should be excited, scared, or both.”

Hannah chuckles. “Probably a little bit of both. You’re gonna be sore after today.”

“Well, that’s not anything I’m not used to with you,” I fire back, and although her cheeks ignite with blush, she smiles at me.

“Consider it my way of returning the favor. Alright, let’s start from the first pose.”

“This one?” I ask as I bring my hands above my head, and she nods.

“Exactly. From there, I want you to step forward with one leg and bend your knee, like this,” she says and demonstrates a sort of lunging pose, keeping her hands raised perfectly straight above her head. “It’s called Warrior One.”

I grimace because I can already feel the stretch before I’ve started it. But I stumble through it, and Hannah shows me the rest of the routine, including a transition into a pose she calls Warrior Two and then into Extended Side Angle.

“Thanks for all the food you’ve been sending me this week,” she says as she leans sideways to touch her hands to her toes along with me.

“Anytime, hummingbird,” I say, smiling at her with my head turned sideways, and she freezes at my use of the nickname. A small tremor visibly runs through her, but she tries to play it off by coming back up and stretching to the other side.

“How’s your week been so far?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Stressful,” she answers quickly. “Tuesday in particular was shitty.”

I join her in stretching to the other side and lock eyes with her. “Really? What was going on?”

“Nothing, just the usual.”

She doesn’t elaborate, and I get the strong sense that she doesn’t want to, so I don’t push her. This is the easiest, most fluid conversation we’ve had since that night months ago at the club, so I’m not about to rock the boat now. But she stays relatively quiet throughout the rest of the session, letting me drive the conversation and answering briefly. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I can’t help wondering if I said or did something to put her off.

Fuck, I hope not.