**Nathan**

When I knock on Sang's door Kayli answers.

"Is Sang here?" I ask her.

"I don't know," she looks back into the room with a frown, "Sang, are you here?"

"Now who's being petty." I hear Sang mumble.

"You're the one who won't talk to me." Kayli huffs.

"The price of my words haven't changed." Sang comments and she moves in front of the door, effectively pushing Kayli out of the way. "Hey Honey, what's up?"

"I had a bit of free time, did you still want to learn a few moves?" I ask her.

"Definitely, let me just grab my gym bag."

She goes back into her room, and comes out a few seconds later with her pink gym duffel bag. I take the bag out of her hand, slinging it over my shoulder, and intertwine our fingers. Taking the lead, I escort her out of the dorms and over to the rec building. Going inside, I lead her upstairs to one of the padded rooms used for sparring. They're usually empty around this time of day so we find a suitable one quickly.

"The locker rooms are down the hall Peanut. Why don't you go change and I'll stay so people know the room is occupied. We can change the sign on the door after you're done." I tell her.

"Ok Honey, I'll be right back."

While Sang is changing, I sit on the floor and do a few stretches. I know that I have to stretch her out as well, and I'll be no good if I'm not a bit limber first. When she walks back in, locking the door behind her, she tells me that she figured out how to switch the tag to occupied so that we wouldn't be disturbed. I'm surprised I hear any of it though with all the blood rushing in my ears. One look at Sang and my mouth dries up, my heart begins to beat faster, and my shorts start to tent a little. Sang had managed to make something as menial as a quick workout, into something as sexy as a Victoria's Secret runway show. She has on a pair of fitted black capri yoga pants, black and red nike's, and a dark pink racer back tank shirt that showed off her red sports bra underneath. The high ponytail with cascading curls completes the look.

How in the hell am I supposed to be professional when she looks like my walking wet dream? I have to think of something else. Dirty gym socks, uh, uh, the football teams jockstraps...Sang's tight ass as she bends to sit down...NO! Bad Nathan! Come on think. Think! Aha, Luke going commando! That did the trick.

I let out a sigh of relief and look up from the floor to see Sang staring at me with her head tilted to the side. She's so fucking cute when she's confused.

"Nathan?" She question.

Holy shit, was she talking to me?

"Yeah Peanut?" I ask, trying to get my mind back where it belongs.

"I was asking why we're on the floor." She says with a smirk.

"Oh, right. We have to stretch first. You wouldn't want to pull a muscle while doing a move just because you weren't lubricated- LIMBERED! Limbered properly! That's what I said. Yup, gotta be nice and limber. Niiiice and limber."

She smirks at me while she giggles and I fight hard to maintain my control. God! I can't believe I just said that. Although it's true. But Sang's not ready for that stuff yet. Right? Right. Not ready. But that's ok, I'll wait for her, and she'll pick me. I know she will.

"So what's first." She asks me after she's stopped her laughing.

"First we're going to stretch your legs. I want you to sit up straight and open your legs as wide as they will go while keeping your balance." I tell her.

Maybe we should've started with the arms...me seeing her legs spread like this is not a good idea. She's almost into a full split with perfect balance. Have I mentioned that she's my walking wet dream? Because she is.

I have us lean over our right leg and touch our toes for a count of 10 and continue to regret my decision about starting on the floor. This girl is amazing, her back is straight and she's practically laying on top of her leg into the stretch. There's nothing I have to correct on her form and I'm almost disappointed in it, until I get a reminder from my pants about how uncomfortable that might be for her. At the end of the 10 count, I have us do the same to the left leg, and hold for another count of 10. I then have us sit up and I grab her hands, pulling her forward to stretch out her thighs and back. Why do these positions never seem as intimate when I'm doing them alone? She's super close to my junk right now and I feel my face heat in embarrassment, but we hold the stretch for another count of 10. I then have her do the same to me and I get a nice view of her boobs all snug in her sports bra. Damnit Nathan! We hold the count for another 10 before I have us stand up and finish. This girl will be the death of me.