#wrappedinyou

Wrapped in You

Summary:

He’s been watching, waiting, and now he’s finally close. A playful glance turns into teasing touches, soft kisses, and quiet confessions as they move through yoga, laughter, and tender moments. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word draws them closer, building intimacy and connection that feels infinite.

The soft hum of the gym surrounded us—weights clinking, the treadmill whirring, the faint hiss of air conditioning—but my focus was on my yoga practice. Each stretch felt grounding, every pose a small meditation. And yet, through all of it, I could feel him—Jon—watching me. Not just watching, but really looking. Like he was memorizing every curve, every line, every movement I made.

I caught him out of the corner of my eye, leaning casually against the squat rack, arms crossed over his chest, that signature smirk on his face. My heart skipped a beat, and a tiny laugh escaped me.

“You know,” I said, moving into a warrior pose, “if you’re going to stare, at least help me balance.”

He stepped closer, the sound of his sneakers quiet against the floor. “I am helping,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I’m helping you… feel appreciated.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Appreciated or ogled?”

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “What’s the difference?”

I wiggled my hips slightly, testing his reaction. He immediately straightened, eyes darkening with a playful heat. “Ah, there it is. That little yoga twist… lethal. You’re trying to distract me.”

“You caught me,” I admitted, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. “What are you going to do about it?”

He took a step closer, his hands brushing lightly against my arms. “Hmm… maybe I’ll just… make sure you’re very aware of how much I love you,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. I felt a shiver run through me at the warmth in his tone.

“You know,” I said, pretending to think, “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to spot me when I do this pose.” I wiggled into downward dog, giving him the perfect view.

Jon groaned, his grin widening. “Yoga really is cruel… in the best way.” He reached out, resting his hands lightly on my hips, steadying me. “But you make it worth it.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “Worth it, huh? That’s what you tell yourself when you’re staring at my butt?”

“Exactly,” he replied, voice full of warmth and humor. “I mean… I love my woman. And she’s… stunning.” He leaned in suddenly, pressing a soft kiss along my neck, brushing his lips against my jawline. I gasped, tilting my head into him.

“I missed you,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly with the honesty of it. “I missed… all of this.”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through my hair, tucking strands behind my ear. “Every second we’re apart… I’m thinking about you.” He pulled me a little closer, letting his chest press against mine. “Every stretch, every laugh, every little smile… it’s all been on my mind.”

I rested my hands against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers. “You’re ridiculous,” I said softly, though my cheeks were burning.

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he countered immediately, his hands sliding down to my waist again. “And don’t you forget it.”

I laughed, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth lightly. “Okay, fine. I won’t forget.”

We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, the world outside the gym fading away. Then, he smirked, brushing his nose against mine. “You know… this pose? The one you’re in right now?”

“Which one?” I asked, trying not to smile too widely.

“The one that makes me think I could just carry you right now,” he said, his grin mischievous. “Dangerous for my heart… and my self-control.”

I laughed, leaning back into him slightly. “And yet… you haven’t carried me yet.”

“Oh, I will,” he said, catching me lightly in his arms before I could react, holding me steady. “But only if you promise not to fight it.”

“I promise,” I said breathlessly, letting him lift me and feel the weight of him beneath my hands. He set me down gently, just far enough to rest against him, his arms snaking around my waist, fingers brushing along my lower back.

“You feel so… perfect,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“And I can’t believe I’m yours,” I whispered, letting my hands slide into his hair. His fingers tangled in mine, stroking gently, massaging my scalp, and I shivered at the tenderness of it.

He laughed softly, the sound full of amusement and affection. “You know, I’ve been waiting all day to just… be close to you like this.”

“Well, lucky for you,” I said, tilting my head up to meet his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “You finally get your wish.”

We kissed slowly, deliberately, exploring each other with nothing but care and affection. Every brush of his lips against mine, every lingering touch of his hands on my back, made me feel adored. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine again.

“I love this,” he said quietly, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “Not just… you know… everything. But this. Just being near you, feeling you, laughing with you, teasing each other… it’s the best part of my day.”

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “Mine too. I feel like… like we’ve got this little world all to ourselves.”

“And we do,” he replied, his voice low, warm, and reassuring. “And I never want it to end.”

I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling safe and cherished and deeply loved. His hands stroked my hair, traced my back, and held me close, grounding me in a way only he could.

After a long pause, I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his jaw softly. “You’re impossible,” I said, smiling.

“I know,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “And I love it. I love you… impossibly.”