Page 85 of The Yoga Teacher

HANNAH TILTED HER head to the side, running her fingers through her damp hair as the warm air rushed over her skin. The scent of her shampoo mixed with the crispness of the industrial soap from the gym showers.

The low hum of the blow dryer filled the gym’s changing room, drowning out the distant clatter of weights and the chatter of a few lingering gym-goers.

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

She glanced down.

Gym Guy: “Drinks” later???

Hannah huffed out a laugh.

The sex had been good. Really good.

She loved her strength, her body, her power. She’d loved feeling him groan against her skin when she rolled her hips just right, his hands gripping her ass.

Hannah smirked at the memory, flipping her hair to the other side as she dried it.

Yeah, the sex had been great.

Fun. Hot.Easy.

And that was the difference.

She knew what sex felt like when it was tangled up in love and history and emotion so thick it made every touch feel devastating.

She knew what it was like to be touched by someone who adored her.

Someone who had whispered her name in the dark, not just because he was lost in pleasure, but because she washis.

Daniel had touched her like that..

Hannah would never beSienna. Never be that effortless, bendy kind of sexy. Never have that kind of body, all lean lines and grace.

She flicked off the dryer, setting it on the counter.

Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror, cheeks still flushed from her workout, hair slightly tousled from her rough towel-dry.

She looked different.

Stronger. More alive.

More like herself.

She ran her fingers over her collarbone, remembering the way Leo had wanted her—not gently, not delicately, but with heat, urgency, need.

She could still feel where he had been inside her.

But she could also feel the space he hadn’t filled.

Because Leo was just a man. A hot, talented, perfectly capable man.

But he wasn’t afuture.

He wasn’t love.

And that was fine.

Because she didn’twantlove right now. Didn’t want lingering kisses in the morning or whispered promises against her skin. Didn’t want to risk trusting someone again.

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