Chapter 19: Moaning, Mat Soaking, and the System That Didn’t Screw Me (This Time)(18+)
The apartment smelled like toasted barley tea and tension.
I stood outside Ms. Seo’s door, my shirt still damp from yoga, my soul still trembling from the sweat, stretch, sin session that had very nearly ended with a spiritual incident report.
I knocked once.
The door opened.
And there she was.
Wrapped in a soft gray cardigan over a tank top, hair pinned up like a warning, eyes tired in that lethal, too-beautiful-to-be-safe way.That don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me kind of beauty.The kind that saw through excuses and straight into the recesses of your guilty little past lives.
"You’re late," she said softly.
"I was... working on my flexibility," I muttered.
Her eyes narrowed instantly."That flexibility better not have involved anyone with a turtleneck fetish."
I winced.
"No turtlenecks were spiritually merged with during the session. I swear."