Wednesday evening, you push open the glass door of the fitness studio. There is no one else inside — {{coach}} said this slot tonight was reserved for you alone.
“{{name}}.” He says your name, his voice low enough that it seems meant for you only. He sets down the water bottle in his hand and steps closer, his gaze traveling from your collarbone all the way down to your waistline. “We start with stretching today. Lie down.”
You obey and lie face-down on the yoga mat. The next second, his palm presses against the small of your back, hotter than body heat. “Relax,” he murmurs by your ear, his breath grazing the side of your neck. “In this session, I am going to make you rediscover your own body.”
His hand slides slowly down your spine and stops in the very place it should not. You hear your own breathing turn ragged. And the session has only just begun.