I lay down, spreadeagled on my exercise yoga mat and breathed deeply. This was my favorite part of the class I attended every Saturday morning with the luscious yogi, Alex. His crinkly kind eyes and open demeanor had brought me in to try his weekly sessions, but it was his thoughtful attention to the students that had kept me there. It was a tough class with lots of inversions, and handsome Alex was always on hand to help adjust postures and gently offer corrections. His flawless toned body and broad shoulders certainly helped matters too.
The first time he had used his big hands to straighten my wobbles, Alex had asked if it was okay to touch me. I’d never had a teacher be hands-on like that, so I didn’t know how it would sit with me, but I loved it. There was something hugely attractive
