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Alison was sprawled across the floor in a yoga position that she was sure was designed by some Chinese torture specialist. Her legs were swearing at her in at least four different languages, while she was trying to ‘clear her mind’ and ‘relax’ into the pose, as her instructor kept saying in a calm voice.
Alison wanted to ‘relax’ something else on the infuriating woman. She took a strained breath and tried to block out her protesting ligaments. She was NOT a frikkin tree. Not in this life and not in the next one either and as she thought it, she lost her footing.
She had been standing on the edge of the yoga platform and went tumbling down into the weights section, straight into a pair of arms that literally held her suspended in mid-air. Her cheeks instantly flushed bright red, as she looked up, her hair tied up into a tight bun at the back of her head, her skin clammy from the strain.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly, the rest of the yoga class oblivious to its absent member.