PREVIEW
... se smelled like temptation.
Not lavender. Not chamomile. No, this was something spicier. Like sandalwood mixed with subtle judgment and a whisper of I dare you to stay focused.
Eun Hae stood in the center of the common yoga room, barefoot, perfectly poised, somehow making a basic black sports bra look like forbidden scripture.
"You’re early," I said.
She arched a brow. "You’re late. Spiritually."
Right. Spiritually. Of course.
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