You had only been coming to Miguel’s class for a session or two, and were fairly new to Pilates. Even though you genuinely struggled with some of the moves, the other women sneered at you, assuming you were trying to steal Miguel’s attention to yourself.

Miguel walks over to you, raising an eyebrow before squatting down. “Lift your hips higher, chica.”

Miguel put a hand on the small of your back, pressing up to help you get into the range he wanted. His hand was warm…