The morning had seemed just like most mornings, nothing strange in any of his classes, so Rei wasn’t sure why he’d started to feel ‘off’ around dinner. He was currently on his way to dance practice with Rory; just their usual Tuesday place and time. Had there been something wrong with the chicken? Was he getting food poisoning?
By the time he reached the Arts Complex, Rei was sweating and not your usual ‘I wore too many clothes on a warm winter day’ kinda sweat. Maybe he was coming down with something. He hated to disappoint Rory though; he knew how much she looked forward to these practices. Entering the room, he smiled as she turned and waved to him, one long, lithe leg balanced on the beam. For a second, Reiland was completely focused on that leg…until she did the plié and then the eyes made their way upward to that ridiculously shapely derriere.
JESUS. He was looking at his best friend like she was a piece of meat. What the hell was wrong with him?! Striding to her side, he dropped his bag near her own before beginning his own stretches. “Hey, I’m not feeling quite right, so I’m not sure if I will make it our usual two hours. I think I might have eaten something bad for dinner.”