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Shaking my head, I glare.
You just wait, city boy.
I direct the class into the camel pose, but this time, I stand so I can walk around and check everyone’s posture.
“Keep your hips over your knees when you lean back,” I tell Silas. “Touch your toes.”
“I’m tryin’…” He grunts. “I’m not made to bend this way.”
Standing in front of him, I smirk at him being on his knees.
“How’s your stamina now,cowboy?”
“This proves nothin’.”
“Keep your chest forward and move your hips out,” I instruct.
“Yeah, that ain’t happenin’.”
“Just so you know…” I lower my voice and inch closer so only he can hear me. “You ain’t hidin’anythin’in those sweats.”
chapter twelve
Silas
She’s tryingto kill me.
It’s the only explanation for why she’s walking around in goat-printed white booty shorts and a pink braless tank while cleaning at eleven o’clock on a Friday night.
It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to stare and memorize every inch of her curves. She’s always been gorgeous but living with her these past two weeks and getting to know her again has stirred up those feelings I tried so hard to bury after we stopped talking.
I should ignore them considering we’re roommates and employee relations are prohibited, but it’s impossible when she makes me feel alive again after the past two years of feeling like I wasn’t enough. And if I’m reading her correctly, she’s fighting them too.
Bickering and taunting each other has helped me deal with the break-up and not dwell on the initial shock and pain. I’ve gone through whole days without thinking about Aundrea.
That never would’ve happened if Posey wasn’t distracting me with her house ghost and ridiculous yoga classes.
She’s picking up the pieces without even realizing she’s doing it. Instead of pitying me, she’s reminding me I deserve better and helping me start over without shame.
I find her in the bathroom and shout over the music she’s been blaring. “Posey, do you think we could turn that down a little?”
She’s on her hands and knees, scrubbing the shower floor with a fierceness I haven’t seen from her before. With an intense glare over her shoulder, I clamp my mouth closed.
Okay so…angry Posey likes to clean to loud rock music.Noted.
I walk away so my eyes don’t linger on her ass and stay out of her way.
Once I’m in my room, I strip out of my clothes and get under the covers, trying to think of what she could be this upset about.
I’m not sure what happened while I was gone, but I’m afraid to ask at this point. She was fine before I left.
After work, I showered and drove into town to look at an apartment listing that Warren told me about since he knows the landlord. Then per my sisters’ demands, I met up with them for dinner at the Willow Branch Grill. They’re still worried about me since tomorrow’s the day I was supposed to get married, but I’m honestly doing much better than I thought I’d be.
We ended up walking to one of the bars and having a few drinks, which is why I got home late. It was nice to chat and catch up without our mother interfering, but I’ll see her in a few days.
When I got home, Posey was already in her aggressivecleaning mode. I was tempted to ask if it was something I did or about what happened this past week but she didn’t seem to be in the talking mood.
After making me suffer through two yoga classes this week, videos of me half-naked surfaced on social media with the background sounds of a cat purring and other trending music with sexual innuendos. She was less than amused when I showed her the comments of thirsty middle-aged women saying they wished they were a baby goat so they could climb me too.
