“Sure. Like you won’t see anyone else,” Ethan states, with asnarky judgment in his tone and I’m offended. How can he not feel how much I want him, want both of them? I clench my jaw and step toward him. I’ve let him take charge, take control, and he almost choked me out in my own damn office, but I’m not going to let him think that this is some stupid fling for me.
I cup my hand around his collarbone, pushing him back against the same wall he pushed me against reliving a sense of deja vu.
“I chased after you, running to the airport, not even knowing where you were going, in hopes I could find you. I gave myself to you in Paris,in every fucking way, then tattooed your marks on my skin, and you think I’m interested in seeing someone else? I’ve only ever wanted you and her since the moment we met in Paris. I have no idea what else you need me to do to prove it to you.”
I press my arm into him, pushing myself off and stepping back. I shake my head and turn around.
I should tell them to get out but I need some air, so I walk through my door without turning back around.
I hate that they don’t trust me. I hate the situation we're stuck in and I hate that my reputation is weighing on their decision when the only reason why I haven’t been serious with anyone is because no one could measure up to how Celeste made me feel. No one has ever ignited me like she did, not until them.
41
HANNAH
The week went by painfully slow. It was like time knew it needed to torture Ethan and I for opening up our old Paris wounds.
Our intention was to be playful and fun, to bring the three of us together again like we were in Paris and perhaps get a little payback on Dane for what he did to Ethan at the restaurant.
In the heat of the moment, it all sounded fun, but we never thought far enough ahead of what could come out of it. So instead, we just fed an addiction that Ethan and I both wanted and hurt Dane in the meantime.
As much as I want something to come out of this, I know it can’t.
I would have no idea how to navigate a relationship with two men. Even though everything between us has come so naturally, so easy, and it’s clear they want each other just as much as they want me, but he's our professor. I’ve worked way too hard to get where I am and I can’t risk losing everything if we get caught.
Crouching down, I roll out my yoga mat and kneel down ontop of it. I used to take yoga all the time, but after the accident I had to focus more on physical therapy to help my healing so I stopped going all together. Ethan was going to come with me today but he opted to stay home and work on the project that Dane assigned to the class since he has no clue what he’s doing for it. But I know he just wants to relax and watch the commentators talk about game seven of the World Series tonight.
The Smashers are defending their title and ever since he went to the first game he’s been openly watching it again. Like that small taste brought back all the love he had for it and now he can’t get enough. I can only hope it’s exactly what he needs to bring that passion back into his life.
Placing my water bottle on the floor, I kneel down and take a moment to glance around the room. It’s been so long since I’ve come to a class that the studio is now owned by someone else and it looks completely different.
The mirrors that line the walls are all the same but the once sage green and grey undertones have been replaced with pinks and yellows. It’s bright and airy and I love the energy it brings to the room.
I crisscross my legs and focus on straightening my spine as I roll my shoulders and circle my neck. Other mats spread out against the wood floor as they’re rolled out and whispered voices carry throughout the room.
One familiar voice carries louder than others and I can’t help but side-eye in that direction as a gorgeous woman with luscious, dark hair, glowing olive skin, and a perfectly round pregnant belly strides into the room arm-in-arm withDane.
Shit.
I tuck my legs behind me as I bend forward, putting myself in Child’s Pose to hide my face.
Is he here with her? Are they together? The rampant thoughts reeling through my mind should be illegal on a yoga mat.
I peek through the strands of my hair that cover my face just as he guides her to the front of the class, kisses her cheek then glances around the room. He swings his mat from one shoulder to the other, looks toward me, freezes, then starts walking to the back of the room, in my direction.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I press the bottom of my forearms harder into the mat, as if it could make me smaller and swallow me whole. My back arches slightly with the pressure on my arms, pushing my ass back further and I hate that I chose my shortest spandex shorts today.
His bare feet pass by the side of my mat and just when I think I’m safe, his mat slaps the hardwood then rolls out, right next to mine.
Matching my pose, he sucks in a long breath then blows it out loudly.
“I’d recognize that gorgeous ass anywhere, Poe.”
Errrg, I internally groan to myself, pushing myself up as I sign.
“What are you doing here?”
