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“Oh my God…”
“Is he real?”
“That—that shouldn’t be so hot.”
Daphne and Meg stood at the juice bar in the balcony, watching a dark haired man bench press a toddler on the first floor of the gym as they waited for the girl behind the counter to finish their post-yoga smoothies. They saw him every week, sometimes with the little girl, sometimes without, and always looking sinfully gorgeous.
“Do you think that’s his daughter or he’s a manny or something?” Meg said as she surreptitiously took a picture of his backside as he began doing lunges with the little girl carefully balanced on his shoulders. “God, that ass—”
“Look at her curls, they have to be related. Maybe an uncle?” Daphne wet her lips as she adjusted her gym bag on her shoulders. “I hope he’s an uncle. That means he might be available.”
The girl at the juice bar called out their names and they retrieved their drinks, taking their eyes off the man for only a moment. When they looked back, he was still doing lunges but the girl was mimicking him now. They both giggled and cooed at how cute they were together.
“Great job in class, ladies—ooh, did you find some eye candy to indulge in?” They whirled around, embarrassed to have been caught and saw their yoga instructor, Kurt, smirking at them. He took a drink from his water bottle as they tried to come up with a lie. “It’s okay, I get it. I’m the same way sometimes after a good yoga class. It’s great for the libido. Now, who are you spying on?”
Daphne grinned, eager to point out the guy to someone she was sure would appreciate him. “The guy with the dark curls and green shorts and adorable little girl.”
“Oh!” Kurt’s eyebrows shot up as he found who they were ogling. The guy was now swinging the little girl between his legs in lieu of a kettlebell. “Well, I can see the appeal.”
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Meg gushed. “Just… his arms! And his ass… just incredible.”
“He is,” Kurt said simply, a little smirk on his lips. “Do you know anything about him?”
“No, nothing,” Daphne sighed, taking a sip of her juice. The guy set the little girl down and pulled his phone of the pocket of his shorts, checking it and huffing at something before putting it back in. He crouched down and the girl jumped into his open arms. “Oh my God. Seriously, can he get any cuter?”
Kurt hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, ladies, I believe my husband and daughter are waiting for me. See you next week.”
“Bye, Kurt!” they said distractedly as the guy got into the plank position and the girl climbed on top of his back and he began to do push ups. “One, two, three, four, five—”
They saw a lanky man come close to where the guy was working out and the little girl squealed so loudly they both winced at the sound. The newcomer lifted up the child and held her on his hip as the guy stopped his exercising and stood up and grinned.
“Meg, Meg—I… I think that’s Kurt.”
“No, it’s—oh, my God! It is!” They watched as Kurt turned around and gave them a wave, the little girl doing the same. His husband chuckled and gave a slight nod in their direction. Meg flushed a deep red and hid her face behind her hand. “We were shamelessly objectifying our yoga teacher’s husband in front of our yoga teacher. I need to find a new yoga class now.”
Daphne giggled nervously as the two men and little girl left. “Well, it could have been worse.”
Meg rolled her eyes at her friend. “How could it have been worse?”
“Kurt could have seen you take that picture of his husband’s ass.”