Unspoken Promises
Soon I’m warming up, loosening my calves, thighs, and hips while Dolly Parton fills my ears.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeene…” I sing along as I stretch deeper. “I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeene! Please, don’t take him just because you can…”
That’s when I notice the feet. Men’s feet, standing right in front of me. I let out a startled yelp and fall flat on my ass. Of course. It had to be him, Sophia’s fiancé. And he’s laughing.