gay.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me,” I countered, sitting down on the floor to take off my shoes.
“Trust me, he’s not.”
“If you say so,” I muttered, placing one shoe beside me and then beginning to untie the other. Jacoby knelt in front of me, cupping the side of my face in the palm of his hand. I tugged my shoelace tight, startled by his sudden closeness.
“Addy, I’m telling you the truth. He’s not gay, and I wasn’t flirting with him. I couldn’t do that to you again.” His eyes bore into mine, stressing his sincerity. “I’ve hurt you enough as it is, and the fact that you’re still in my life is far more than I deserve.”
I nuzzled my cheek into his hand, closing my eyes as his warmth encompassed me. My mind whirled with possibilities. If he wasn’t into Brix and was worried about hurting me, not Eddie, then maybe he really did want me back.
You idiot! Stop thinking stupid shit. He’s gay!
His hand dropped from my face. I opened my eyes and swallowed down the lump that had developed in my throat. Deep brown eyes begged for me to believe him, and somehow I did. Jacoby had only ever been honest with me. No matter how bad I’d been hurt by his connection with Eddie, I could never say he lied to me.
“I believe you,” I choked out.
His shoulders sagged in relief as a burst of air released from his chest. “Good.”
I glanced down at my knotted shoe and groaned. Jacoby chuckled and began working the knot out of my laces. I took it as the opportune moment to ask the one thing that had been driving me nuts all day. “So, what is it you want to talk to me about?”
Jacoby yanked the tangled shoelace, unraveling it enough so that he could slip my sneaker from my foot. He placed it next to my other shoe, then helped me to my feet. Brix had walked to the front of the classroom, so we took our positions on our mats and faced him.
“Well,” he started in a low whisper from the corner of his mouth.
“Good evening and thank you all for coming out tonight,” Brix announced. “I know the weather is a little nasty and most of you have New Year’s plans you need to get to, so let’s get started. Everyone, please get into the seated meditation position.”
Jacoby shrugged and followed instructions. I huffed and did the same, taking a seat on my mat and crossing my legs over one another, resting my knees on the mat. This was our moment of meditation to cleanse our chakras. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t understand all the chakras crap. I knew I had to root myself before opening my crown or some terrible shit was supposed to happen, but for the most part, it all sounded like the teacher on Charlie Brown to me.
Whaa-whaa-whaa.
Who cared about the chakras? Yoga was great exercise, and I had something pretty to look at while I worked out. Not to mention the fact that it allowed me to spend some alone time with Jacoby.
“Close your eyes. Breathe in through your nose and release it through your mouth,” Brix directed, his timbre calm and soothing. “Again.”
I closed my eyes and started to breathe, but as for the meditating part; yeah, that wasn’t about to happen. I was more concerned about getting Jacoby to talk.
“Open your eyes and move into the child pose,” came Brix’s next instruction.
Moving to my knees and leaning forward, I stretched my arms out and tilted my head just enough to see Jacoby looking back at me. “Well?” I whispered.
His teeth caught the edge of his lip. “It can wait ‘til after we’re done.”
“No!” I hissed. “You said it was urgent.”
Jacoby chuckled, wiggling his fingers against the floor. “You’ve never been a patient one, have you?”
I pretended to think for a moment. “No, I haven’t. Now, what’s so important that you felt it necessary to torture me all day?”
“Slowly move to plank,” Brix stated.
This pose always made me laugh