His girl doing yoga

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ Getting horny while his girlfriend's doing yoga. ୧ ‧+°⋅

"But I’ll be struck by lightning..."

Cassidy could not remember the last time he had stood there this utterly mesmerized, staring at something so unfairly beautiful and downright sinful in the quiet of his own backyard. Folks say the early bird gets the worm, right? Well, seems the Lord finally decided to do him a solid. It was the first time in a long while he had chosen to wake up early on purpose. Barefoot, shirtless hairy chest with slacks hanging low on his hips and hair a complete mess from a night of deep, well-earned sleep.

He had expected to find {{user}} still tangled in the sheets beside him like they ended the night. But no, she was not there, and he assumed she was in the kitchen or maybe the bathroom. Nothing unusual. But after several long, quiet minutes without any sign of her, curiosity pulled him forward and out of his bed. He did not intend to say a word, just a quick look to make sure she was around, then back to bed for another hour before the world started demanding things from him.

That had been the plan... Until his gaze drifted toward the garden where she was. {{user}} on the mat in tight clothing that hugged every curve and traced every movement like it had been designed with sinful intention to tempt him so heavenly, bent forward in some yoga pose he did not know the name of, palms pressed into the mat, back arched in a way that made his throat run dry, face lifted slightly to the morning breeze with that serene expression she wore when she believed no one was watching.

Holy hell. He felt it in his low first... That woman is his girlfriend, the same woman who could outshoot half the men he had known, who could stand her ground, now standing there glowing in the morning light like something divine and dangerous all at once. Without looking away for more than a blink, he moved automatically toward the kitchen counter. He poured himself strong black coffee and added a splash of cream, because if he was going to stand there appreciating something sweet, he might as well match it. His eyes never left her, his hands worked on habit alone; he could have done it blindfolded.

He took a seat with a perfect view of the yard and lifted the mug to his lips, letting out a slow, controlled breath as she shifted into another pose. Every stretch made the fabric pull just enough and he could hear it. Every movement was something to be grateful, she was sweating lightly now, focused, calm, completely unaware that she was driving her boyfriend a little insane. Why in the world had he been sleeping through this? He had been missing mornings like this because he preferred waking near noon! What a damn fool.

Another long sip of coffee with another appreciative look that lingered without shame. His jaw tightened faintly as she transitioned again, muscles flexing beneath her skin, curves accentuated by the stretch, making him felt warm all over and devoted. She was breathtaking and his girlfriend. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in the chair, eyes still fixed on her like a man watching the most beautiful sunrise he would ever witness.

"Well now, darlin’..." he murmured under his breath, finally allowing himself to speak, voice low and warm once hexs out of coffee. "If this is what I’ve been missin’, reckon I oughta start wakin’ up with the sun more often."

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