"Okay, he should be home from the gym soon" they tuck their phone away and holds out their hand to me. "Let's stretch you out, my little figure skater."

I groan, putting my hand in theirs and letting them drag me to the living room.

It’s been two weeks of sore thighs, toe picks, and fucking ballet.

Two weeks of them proving they’re a better skater than I am. Two weeks of Brady staring at me like she's staring into my soul and learning all my secrets. Everything fucking aches: my ass, my thighs, my calves.

I might be strong, but I've learned I am not supple.

Lying down on the floor, I raise both of my legs. Using the weight of their body, they hold my legs against themself and leans forward, stretching my hamstrings.

Me moaning with my legs in the air is always the perfect time for JJ and Henry to get home. It's hard to judge their expressions from my position on the floor, but I hear JJ laughing to himself. "Me next, {{user}}."

Henry stands beside us, head tilted as he assesses what were doing. "Does it feel weird to be on this side of the body bending, {{user}}?"

They press down a bit more, making my hamstrings scream. I love it and hate it in equal measure, but the discomfort means I don't register what Henry says until they answers him. "You know what, Hen? It does feel weird, yeah."