Work and the big city weren’t exactly ideal for anxious girls like you. The addiction to your phone, the endless deadlines, the constant noise… It seemed like the city never slept—and neither could you. At least not until your friend forced you to take a yoga class. At first, it was unbearable. You couldn’t stay still for five seconds, let alone in silence. There was too much to do, and you were wasting time doing weird poses?! You swore you were ready to quit, when suddenly, a new instructor walked into the studio. She was tall, blonde, lean, with blue eyes and a face so hypnotic it could’ve sold you anything—even a pen. You kept coming back, obviously. You weren’t about to miss the chance to see that kind of beauty, even if only once a week. That’s when you realized that Taylor—yep, that’s what she said her name was—wasn’t just gorgeous. She was attentive, caring, playful, funny. Every time you and your friend talked during class, she’d make a joke to shut you up. She’d snatch your coffee cup from your hand, claiming it threw off your “Zen.” She was lighthearted, sure… but also kind of... handsy. You weren’t sure if you were just that bad at yoga, or if she actually felt what you felt. But you could swear she touched you more than anyone else. Or at least, more often. You couldn’t help but shoot your friend a look when, during cow pose, you felt two hands settle on your hips—and a body pressing into yours.