"Do you ever feel like you're expected to be made of rubber?" Maya asked one night, leaning back into a deep straddle stretch. "Like, because we can bend, people think we don't break?"
Leo dropped down, landing with a soft thud. He wiped his chalky hands on his joggers, feeling that familiar, fluttering heat in his chest that had nothing to do with the workout. "It’s a high-angle move. My hamstrings aren't feeling the love today." sexy flexy teens
Their relationship had started like this—a series of silent dares and shared beta. But lately, the "flexy" nature of their bodies had translated into a strange, elastic tension in their friendship. They spent hours after the gym closed sitting on the tailgate of Leo’s truck, stretching out their sore muscles and talking about things that felt far heavier than gravity. "Do you ever feel like you're expected to be made of rubber