Leo dropped down, landing with a soft thud. He wiped his chalky hands on his joggers, feeling that familiar, fluttering heat in his chest that had nothing to do with the workout. "It’s a high-angle move. My hamstrings aren't feeling the love today."
Their relationship had started like this—a series of silent dares and shared beta. But lately, the "flexy" nature of their bodies had translated into a strange, elastic tension in their friendship. They spent hours after the gym closed sitting on the tailgate of Leo’s truck, stretching out their sore muscles and talking about things that felt far heavier than gravity. sexy flexy teens
"Do you ever feel like you're expected to be made of rubber?" Maya asked one night, leaning back into a deep straddle stretch. "Like, because we can bend, people think we don't break?" Leo dropped down, landing with a soft thud
Leo looked at her, the streetlights catching the glitter still stuck to her temples from her morning practice. He reached out, his hand hovering near hers on the cold metal of the truck bed. "I think people forget that being flexible takes more strength than being rigid. You have to control the range, or you get hurt." My hamstrings aren't feeling the love today