First, I agree to go to the Manhole with Oscar last night, resulting in my face plastered on a gay gossip mag as he tries to grope me. Now, I voluntarily put myself in a hot-as-hell room with Teegan’s yoga-pants-covered ass in my face, resulting in my dick being at half-mast the entire class. Thank God for athletic pants.

I thought it was a gesture of kindness to come with Teegan. After the asshole I was this morning, I meant it as an olive branch to start fresh. After all, in three days we’ll be with each other twenty-four seven in New York. Except for when she’s out with her college friends, whoever they are.

Teegan’s long ponytail slides to the side of her neck as she glances back at me. Maybe I should’ve taken the front spot when we came in. I had no idea hot yoga could be this fucking erotic.

The instructor tours the room and stands behind me, placing her hands on my back.

“Focus on something,” she whispers, bringing my hand up on my hip and raising my leg even higher.

Ignoring the pain shooting through my thigh, I concentrate on the dribble of sweat running down Teegan’s lower back. A drop of my own sweat hits the mat.

“Oh, men sweat so much,” the instructor says and half smiles before moving to her next victim.

The sweat spot expands the longer we’re in this excruciating pose.

“Keep it going, ladies… and gent.” The instructor smiles at me but her look says she has no idea what I’m doing here. “And slowly exhale, bringing your leg down.”

Thank God. My leg slowly falls, but a cramp tightens the entire limb.

“Oh, fuck,” I say and I topple over like a tree that’s been cut down.

“Shh,” the instructor says.

The woman on the mat I just tumbled over onto stares down at me, her eyes wide with shock.

Teegan falls from her pose, bending down in front of me. “Are you okay?”

Wimp. Total fucking wimp. I can’t handle yoga. She’ll totally think I’m a loser.

“Just a cramp.” I try to straighten my leg, but it fights me every step of the way.

“Excuse me,” the woman says, her hands on her hips, staring down at me like I just refused to valet-park her car.

“Take mine.” Teegan points to her mat.

The woman huffs, grabs her towel and water bottle and moves up to Teegan’s mat.

“Can you walk?” Teegan asks, her hands on my thigh, trying to massage the cramp out.

“Of course.” I sit up, but my leg stays in the same position.

Teegan stands. “Here.” She holds out her hands.

Does she really believe she’ll be able to pull me up? She’s crazy. Since I have no other choice, my hands land in hers. A soft smile graces her face.

I grimace as she pulls and I use all my muscle strength in my right leg to stand.

“Do you need medical help?” the instructor whispers to us.

“No. I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to be macho, you know. Yoga is difficult and many men get injuries from it.” The instructor seems to be concerned. With her shorter curly hair and thin petite frame, she resembles a mom with a caring but firm nature.

“I’m good. Just have to work out the kink.” I bend down to grab my water bottle, but a shooting throb zips up my leg.

“Uh-huh.” She shares a look with Teegan and the two have some non-verbal communication.

“I’ll get him home,” Teegan tells the instructor and flawlessly bends over and grabs my water bottle. “Here.” She tries to slide under my arm.

“I got it.” I put all my weight on my right leg, limping past the women snickering to one another.

We finally get out of the room and I sit down to enjoy the air conditioning in the front office area.

“I guess you shouldn’t surf and I shouldn’t do yoga,” I say, leaning my head against the wall.

Teegan laughs, putting her jacket on. She holds mine out. “You want to put it on? Or are you too manly to need a jacket in the rain?” A smile teases at her lips.

“I’m a fucking pussy. Go ahead and say it.” Using the arm of the bench, I get up and snatch the jacket from her hands.

“I’ll drive you home.” She holds her hands out.

“It’s my left side. I can drive still.” I feel in my pockets for my keys and show them to her, heading toward the door.

“Um… No, you can’t. Let me drive you.”

I walk out the door, pausing for a second to use both hands to put up my hood. Teegan does the same.

“I refuse to get in the car with you,” she says, her hands on her hips, her perfectly arched eyebrows raised.

“You’d rather walk?” I ask. “In the rain?”

“Leo. You’re being stubborn. It’s okay to be embarrassed. I was after we went surfing.”

I shake my head. “I’m not embarrassed. Yoga isn’t for men. We’re just not that flexible.”

As though the world has it out to prove me wrong, four guys walk by us with their mats hanging from their arms and head into the studio.

Teegan purses her lips.

I roll my eyes. “Fine. Here.” I hand over the keys. “We have to get Cooper from the shop though.”

“Sounds good. I’ll grab an Uber or something from your house back to my car after.”

“Nah. You can drop me at the store. I’ll get us home after that.”

She stops again and rain continues to spill down on us. “Leo. You’re going to struggle to get up your stairs. To walk Cooper. Stop being so stubborn.”

My shoulders deflate. “I’ll call my buddies to help.”

She laughs. “And tell them you injured yourself at yoga?”

She has a point. “Let’s just go.” I limp forward, my car seemingly miles away.

“Yes, let’s.”