Early Bird Yoga - Episode 8

The morning class filled every mat. Sun spilled through the windows, warm on skin still tight from sleep. Maya moved through the opening flow, then paused behind Lila at the back of the room. She crouched, palms sliding down Lila's arms, guiding them higher. Lila's breath caught. Maya's touch lingered, thumbs tracing the soft undersides. She pressed her chest to Lila's spine, the heat of her body soaking through thin cotton. Lila melted backward until her shoulders rested against Maya's breasts. Maya's hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the swell of Lila's breast, then lower still, skimming the edge of her waistband. Lila's hips shifted. Sweat gathered between her shoulder blades. Maya stayed close, breath grazing Lila's ear, every exhale a small promise. The rest of the room moved in sync; these two had already slipped into something private, something louder than the music playing over the speakers.