Ellen stretched her arms above her head, feeling the familiar pull of her muscles as she moved into a yoga pose. She had become more and more accustomed to these sessions, and with each passing day, she found herself growing closer to Clara.
Nice.
It had been a few days since that night with Mason, and surprisingly, Ellen felt good about where they were now. Their relationship, which once seemed so uncertain, seemed to be finding solid ground. Mason had opened up to her—drunk or not—and that vulnerability had shifted something between them. Ellen smiled to herself, feeling a soft warmth bloom in her chest. Things were going well, but she still had to be cautious around Aubrey and Gerald, of course, but for now, she wanted to savor this bit of peace.
As the session ended, Ellen rolled up her yoga mat and glanced over at Clara, who was already pulling her hair into a neat bun, her usual cheerful expression on her face.
