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She nods her head in understanding. “Well, maybe you could come to yoga with me. I think you’d really like Mira.”

The way her eyebrows wiggle tells me as beautiful as she is, she’s full of shit.

“You need to work on your tell, Camila.”

“My tell?”

“Yeah, the thing that gives you away.”

“And what gives me away?” she puffs her chest out.

“Every facial expression you’ve ever made.”

Her eyes narrow in on me but I remain stoic. A few seconds later she gives up. “Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, you know everything.”

I smile as she hops off the chair and starts heading back towards her room. “I’m leaving in fifteen to go see Mira if you want to come.”

I watch her walk away. Realization dawns on me and I almost fall out of my chair.

Fuck.Hope. That feeling is hope.

“Let’s begin.”

The brick room is surprisingly warm with dim lighting. Camila sits an arm’s length away from me with her legs crossed under her and her eyes closed. Two other women sit directly behind me and the instructor keeps motioning at me to close my eyes.

She rings a bell and for the next thirty minutes, I twist and stretch my body in ways I’m not entirely sure it’s supposed to move. But the smile it brings Camila to watch me struggle is worth it.

“Lower your body one vertebra at a time to take your final savasana.”

At the risk of Mira holding her hands over my eyes to force them shut, I take one last peek at the woman lying to my right.

“Relax your mind.”

“Relax your forehead.”

“Your cheeks, your jaw.”

I watch the muscles in Camila’s face physically drop as she does what she’s told.

And I close my eyes and listen to Mira’s calming voice guide us through more relaxation techniques.

“Relax your chest and your heart.”

My mind has been running wild and I've been blaming that confusion on what happened between us last weekend. But the truth is, I’ve caught feelings for Camila and it happened before the fundraiser.

“Take as long as you need here.”

I know she wants to pretend like it didn't happen but I can’t forget it and I don't want to. I’m done playing games. If I want her to be bold and go after things she wants, I need to do the same.

“When you’re ready, slowly roll onto your side and move to sit.”

Now I just need to help her figure out what she wants and hope like hell it's me.

“So Mira is…something.”

Camila’s hand covers her mouth but I don’t miss the little snort she lets out. “I’m sorry,” she says. “How was that downward-facing dog?”

“Oh, you mean when she came up behind me and pulled my hips into her like she was trying to fuck me from behind?” The laugh that rolls out of her is better than anything I’ve ever heard. People all around the pier turn their heads in our direction, searching for the source of the melodic sound.