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Lila Hamilton
- next day, yoga class

"Keep going guys!" Carmen yells at me, Eli and Jasper. "I can't, babe I'm gonna die" Eli collapses on to the yoga mat.

I sit down on the mat and Jasper falls beside me putting his head on my lap. He sticks his tongue out at me then pushes me back. "Jasper!" I hit him as I fall back.

"Lila?" Eli calls. I hum sitting back up, now Jasper was comfy on my thigh and Carmen had taken place on Eli's lap wiping his sweat from his forehead with a cloth.

"Any boy danced his way into your life?" He smirks at me. Carmen hits his chest and I immediately catch on that she had told him about my encounter with Shawn and Brian. I had told her that night whilst we watched Suits. It wasn't a big deal at all, I was just telling her about my day.

"No and it was nothing" I shake my head at them. Jasper takes my hand putting it in his hair so I take to it and run my hand through his hair. People probably thought we were dating but we were most definitely not. He's been my friend since we were fifteen and now eight years later he's still my friend along with Carmen. She had met Eli a year ago, despite him being older it's actually good her. Her last relationships had been very childish and she deserved the real deal now.

"Come on Lila, you need to move on from Jake and make a move or get with Jasper!" Eli exclaims. "Hey were just friends" Jasper sits up rolling his eyes.

"And we always will be friends. So let's move on, I need to get to my session" Jasper gets up stretching his body. "Thanks for the yoga today Carmen, bye guys!" He waves walking away.

I wave back then get up myself. Both Eli and Carmen looking at me with huge grins.

"What?" I shrug.

"Just friends? You guys make me sick" Carmen pretends to gag and I swore my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

-Tuesdays lesson

"So we couldn't think of a song" Shawn shrugs. "Not one song?" I ask in disbelief. "And wheres your friend? It's been ten minutes" I tell him off but try to be as polite as I could.

"We can start without him and you pick the song, just something slow" he says. "Fine" I mumble walking away to my phone. I grab it looking through a playlist.

"Elvis Presley, Can't help falling in love?" I ask him. "Perfect" he nods with a huge grin. He was so strange or maybe I'm seeing to deep into it.

"Okay let's get started, I'll put it on low in the back ground but we're just starting with a basic box" I tell him starting the song, it happens to be one of my favourites so it helped me calm my nerves from being face to face with the hunk.

I step closer to him, my lips tugging at a smile at how awkward he was being. "Step closer" I tell him. He nods moving closer, I'm face to face with his jaw, his strong defined jaw.

"This hand-" I take his hand and put it on my waist. His large palm covering most of my side. "And the other locked with mine or do you feel comfortable with both hands on the waist?" I ask.

"Locked" he answers, his honest eyes looking down at me. My hand goes to his large one, our palms pressed against each other and fingers intertwined and I bring them up so they're held to our side.

"You can look down for now but I want you to learn how to do it with just looking at me or your partner"

He nods and I see him gulp, his Adam's apple bopping visibly. I couldn't deny how attractive he is, how unbelievably good he smelt. He just was naturally beautiful.

"The male leads usually but for now follow my lead. When my right leg goes back, your left steps with me. Then to the side, you go back and side then repeat. Like a box" I instruct and he listens closely. His eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes. "Got it" he nods. He licks over his lips making them glossy and that's when I force myself to look away.

I look down at our feet. Mine looking incredibly small near his. Well we all know what they say about big feet, big feet equals big socks obviously.

"Move your leg" I chuckle seeing him stiff. "How?" He asks completely clueless. I move my hand from his shoulder and slightly touch his thigh "forward"

He does as so. "Side now" I watch as we move. "Now you move back then to the side"

Shawn does it all too quick and I almost trip but he balances me quickly with the grip on my waist. "I'm so sorry" he apologises. I chuckle looking up at him. His cheeks flushed pink and lips tightly pressed together. "It's okay, it's the first try" I reassure him.

"Let's do it again" I smile. He gives me a warm smile back then places his hands back on me properly. "So how old are you?" He asks rather slowly as his concentration was mostly on his foot work. I was moving slower for his sake.

"Twenty three, you?" I ask as I keep my eyes on our legs. God he had huge thighs.

"Twenty two, what else do you do? Beside dancing"

"Erm it's mainly just dance. What do you do Shawn?" I ask looking up at him whilst his eyes stay stuck on his feet. His grip on my waist got tighter as I picked the pace up a little.

"I'm a guitarist" he says. His tongue slightly poking out making my heart warm up at how cute he looked.

He goes to say something again but he steps the wrong way and because I was looking at his face instead of the floor I loose grip and stumble back but he's quick to grab my waist pulling me back in. Our forehead almost touch.

"We can stop now" I move back, it felt like ten minutes but in reality it had been forty five minutes. He nods clearing his throat, his hand going to his fluffy hair to push it back. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep, same time" I answer with a smile.

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