Bedroom Gymnastics

Darcia Lee flips onto her back, plants her heels near her ears, and stretches like someone trying to fold herself into carry-on luggage. Her leggings strain. The guy walks in, clocks those soles pointing straight at him, and immediately pitches a tent you could camp under. She clocks the bulge, smirks, and spreads her thighs wider than courtesy allows. “Been working on my flexibility,” she says, wiggling her toes. He drops to the edge of the mattress, hooks her leggings off in one tug, and buries his face in her arches like they owe him rent. She laughs, low and throaty, because stretching just turned into a whole different kind of cardio.