I always distract my whole class

You can't keep your eyes off the yoga pants clinging to every curve like a second skin, the fabric pulled tight across an ass that makes concentration impossible.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, that specific hunger that hits when something is undeniably, almost unfairly attractive.

You know exactly why the whole room loses focus — standing there, completely aware of the effect, owning every inch of it without apology, giving you nothing but the view and letting that be more than enough.