The parking lot at Stella’s high school is terribly crowded so they park in the back and jog in so they won’t be too late. Even so, the gym is already packed with people and the only open spots for Nick and Amy are right up front next to the instructor’s mat.
“Dammit,” Amy hisses under her breath. She’s already sweating from jogging across the lot and it’s very obvious to her now the sports bra she’s chosen to wear this morning is not a good supportive choice. “Front row? Really?”
“Front row, eh?” Nick tugs the hemline of his shorts down a bit as they weave through the crowd of yogis situating themselves on their mats. Amy immediately feels bad for anyone who chooses to glance up as Nick walks by. ...
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