Strolling over to my usual bench seat, I plop myself down and stare out across the city below. It’s strange that a bustling city can be calming. The squeal of the door hinges disturbs my quiet, and I take a breath, wondering which one of my bandmates has come up to give me a pep talk this time. It could even be Oliver, and I’m really not in the mood. I want to be here alone, so I don’t bother turning to see who it is.
“It’s time to go to yoga.” Tillie’s voice startles me.
Out of everyone, I was least expecting her here. But I don’t have the willpower to argue right now, especially not inmy space. I don’t want to ruin the harmony of this place, so I stand to face her and flare my nostrils. “Fine,” I say and stomp toward the exit.
She walks with me, but the heavy silence remains for the entire journey back inside, down the hall, and out to the car.
Tillie can push me around all she likes, but the least she can do is let me drive to the damn gym.
“I’m driving,” I state, and she raises her eyebrow, nodding as she tosses me the keys.
Stepping up to the driver’s door, I slide in as she glides into the passenger’s seat and closes the door. I must admit, I feel weird every time I get in a car, but I push it aside as I start the engine and slam it into reverse to head off to the gym, which is only about five minutes away.
Tension ripples through my body, into my fingers that clench harshly onto the steering wheel through the completely silent ride, so harshly that my knuckles turn white from my grip. I don’t know what to say to her, and it seems she doesn’t know what to say either. Our words remain unspoken, even as I pull up to the front of the gym.
We slide out of the car in unison, both shutting the doors with more force than necessary. After I lock her car, we traipse up to the door and walk inside.
An instructor leads us to a small room, informing us that Tillie booked a session just for us, so no one else will be in the room. I look at her with a soft smile. I’m grateful for that. Even though I know this is going to be seen all over the internet, I still don’t want people in the room watching me.
“So, guys, my name is Lara. I think it’s best if I start with Ryan first to test his flexibility, then, Tillie, you can join in,” the instructor announces.
“I’ll let you know before I live stream, Ryan,” Tillie informs, and I nod.
“Okay, so first things first, we’re going to stretch. Just follow my movements,” Lara directs.
I roll my eyes as Tillie giggles to herself, my cock twitching in my sweatpants, annoying me. I hate to admit the sound is actually kind of cute.
Swallowing hard, I try to discreetly adjust myself before following Lara’s lead, bending and stretching. My muscles are tense, but after a few stretches, the tension releases, and I find myself enjoying it.
“I’m going to start streaming now, Ryan,” Tillie announces.
I look at her and dip my chin in response, figuring I will enact my nefarious plan at just the right time.
She holds up her cell and starts live-streaming. “Day one of Ryan’s yoga class, and he’s doing great,” Tillie says as Lara tells me the next move is called the Downward Dog.
I smile, pressing my ass up high in the air, tensing my butt cheeks, and letting out a massive fart. The sound resonates through the sparse room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating loudly with its harsh echo. The room falls silent as I look up, expecting a horrified Tillie, but she’s smiling and bursts out laughing instead, tears glistening in her eyes. Lara laughs, too, and I grunt as Tillie tries to control herself.
“Sorry, guys, in case you missed that, Ryan farted. Yoga is supposed to be beneficial for your body. It’s obviously helping Ryan’s digestive tract.” She giggles. “A lot of people are saying that was a very healthy-sounding fart, Ryan.”
I smirk. “Must be all the kale shakes Danger is making me drink.”
She giggles again, and this time, it actually makes me feel okay. Even though my plan backfired, yet again, seeing her laugh lights something inside me.
More so, it’s not quite as uncomfortable as I thought it would be.
She stops streaming and puts the cell down with another giggle. “Twenty-four thousand people were watching, Ryan, and there are thousands of comments. I couldn’t keep up with them all.”
I tilt my head at her words.I had no idea people would be so interested in me getting healthy.
“Tillie, do you want to come over and join in for partner yoga now?” Lara asks, and I tense up.
“What the hell is partner yoga?” I question.
“It’s when you do yoga with a partner.”
I tense up and shake my head. “I have to touch Tillie?”
Tillie scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I don’t have rabies. I’m not gonna give you a disease.”
