I exhale sharply, moving into a side bend, determined to push the thoughts away.
Nope. Not doing this.
But it’s too late.
Because I’m not just thinking about her laugh.
I’m thinking about the way her T-shirt clung to her back when she stretched earlier. The curve of her hips in those leggings. The way her hair looked loose and messy this morning, like she’d just woken up and—
Nope.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shifting into Firefly Pose.
This is not yoga. This is not balance.
This is me in the middle of a field, thinking entirely inappropriate thoughts about my house guest. My friend. Who, if she knew where my mind had just been, would probably throw her ice lolly at my head.
I exhale slowly, but my heart is still pounding in a way that has nothing to do with exercise.
Maybe I should’ve said yes to that ice lolly.
Because I need to cool the hell down.
31
Level Up
Ivy
Lucy's soft, even breathingfills the dim bedroom as her little fingers still cling to the edge of her duvet. I smile, tucking a stray curl out of her face before carefully slipping off the bed.
Another bedtime story down.
Another night when my heart feels far too full for something that I thought I would never experience.
I brush the thought aside and quietly head into the hallway, closing the door softly behind me. As I make my way towards the living room, I spot Theo sprawled out on the sofa, his long legs outstretched, busy flipping through something on his laptop.
He glances up when he hears me and nods towards the space next to him. "She's out?" he asks.
"Completely," I reply with a sigh, stretching my arms above my head. "Didn't even get past the big reveal."
Theo smirks. "Amateur."
I settle on the other end of the sofa, curling my feet underneath me. "What about you? Got any exciting plans tonight?"
"Well..." He tilts the laptop screen towards me. "I was thinking of watching something. Fancy it?"
I snort, spreading my arms wide, as if to take in the whole room. "There's no TV here, Theo."
He raises an eyebrow. "And?"
I frown in confusion. "And how do you plan on watching anything then?"
A playful smirk tugs at his lips, as though he’s about to let slip an important secret. Then he taps the laptop. "I've gotLine of Dutydownloaded."
I gasp. "You’re intoLine of Duty?"
"Obviously," he replies with a scoff. "What kind of person do you take me for?"
