Rafe didn’t know how he let you convince him to join you during one of your yoga classes. Then again, it was supposed to be a bonding exercise after a minor bump in your relationship since ice skating didn’t work.

Since it’s a beginners class, the poses weren’t too crazy—which he was happy about. It gave too many chances for his eyes to meet yours, it made the experience more tolerable to see you enjoying yourself.

Fifty minutes in and well, he couldn’t take it anymore. Now, Rafe wouldn’t say that he wanted to leave since he promised to stay until the very last minute but he never pinky promised that he wouldn’t try to distract you.

He was just glad that you two set up your mats in the back of the room. The less lingering eyes, the better.

With the next pose being downward dog, he reached out towards you, lightly poking at your side until you eventually swatted his hand away.

Of course he grinned to himself, it wasn’t going to end here.

A subtle move was done for his yoga mat to be shifted closer to yours, he knew you wouldn’t say anything because it’s just harmless fun after all.

When it came to doing a plank, Rafe gave it a few long seconds before he let his finger trail up your arm. Then, acting as if he hadn’t done anything wrong when he knew you were going to glare at him.

The class finally reached the last twenty minutes and to Rafe’s amusement, everyone was told to partner up.

Whilst you were in cobra pose, he did as the woman instructed. His hands now placed on the sides of your shoulders with light pressure applied to encourage your back to stretch as he stayed close behind you.

“Y’know,” he began to murmur, “this reminds me a lot of when we—” Rafe placed a kiss to the top of your shoulder before putting his focus back on the yoga instructor.