I’m lying on my yoga mat, eyes closed, breathing as I stretch my body out. This is the greatest relaxation there is. Peace flows through my body as I reach my arms as far as I can over my head, reaching my toes as far as I can in the opposite direction. I could lie here stretched out like this forever.

I might. I’ve finished and this is my last stretch, so I think I’ll just remain here for a while.

At least, I think that until a pair of hands skate up my legs and I feel a decidedly masculine presence looming above me. I don’t know which one it is. He hasn’t spoken yet and he’s down by my legs, so I don’t catch his scent.

I smile and keep my eyes closed. I kind of like the mystery, but I ask anyway, “Who goes there?”

“You could open your eyes and solve the mystery yourself.”

Griff.

“Why are you lying here on the floor?” he asks.

“It’s comfortable. You should try it sometime.”

“Lying on the floor isn’t comfortable. I’ve done it plenty in my time.”

I open my eyes, but keep my arms overhead. “You probably didn’t try it with a mat. It feels nice at the end of a yoga routine.”

“Don’t you run? Why do you have to do yoga, too?”

“Improves my flexibility,” I tell him. “You know all those positions you guys like to put me in when we’re in bed? Thank yoga for my abilities.”

Griff smiles, lowering his body until he’s on top of me. “In that case, I appreciate yoga very much.”

“You better,” I murmur, before his lips brush mine.

I’m reluctant to move, but I finally lower my arms so I can wrap them around his neck and kiss him back. Mm, he’s in a tender mood this afternoon, tasting me, running his tongue along my lower lip before softly invading my mouth. Our tongues tangle and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. My fingers move through his hair while we kiss. After a minute, he breaks away and pulls back to look down at me, an appreciative smile on his face.

I smile up at him, running my fingers through his hair one more time. “This is a nice surprise. What are you doing home so early?”

This appears to amuse him. “Home?”

“You know what I mean,” I tell him.

He shrugs, his eyes roving over my face. His eyes are warm with tenderness and I can’t resist leaning up and stealing another kiss. He cracks a smile when I do. “I was just wondering what you were up to. Thought I’d swing by and check.”

Even though I’m glad to see him, I can’t resist teasing him a bit. “You know, they have these nifty things called phones. You can just type out a message and send it. Within a minute or two, I could’ve told you what I was doing.”

“Eh, I was between places anyhow. Thought I’d take my lunch.”

“You want me to make you something?” I offer. “I was just about to have a snack; I could throw something together for you.”

“You don’t have to feed me all the time, you know,” he tells me.

“I like taking care of my guys,” I tell him.

That makes him smile again. I’m hitting all the right notes today.

I shove lightly against his broad chest. “Let me up, I’ll make you some lunch.”

“If you insist,” he says.

I push up off the ground and head for the kitchen. “You’re in luck, I just bought groceries. Are you in a hurry? I can make a sandwich if you are. Otherwise I can cook.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me from behind as soon as I approach the counter. I smile and lean my head back against his shoulder. “No hurry. Whatever you feel like making is fine with me.”

I let him hold me for a minute, then I head for the fridge and gather up some ingredients to make a couple of salads. His gaze follows me as I put hard-boiled eggs, grape tomatoes and cheese on the counter.

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