Summary: Emma’s a boxer and Killian’s a yoga instructor for the class that David (her trainer) makes her take so she can chill between matches. She’s a little tightly wound, you see, and what better way to relax than yoga right?
except, she wasn’t quite expecting her instructor to be so. damn. hot.
As someone who spent half of her twenties dressing like a dominatrix rockstar, then woke up one morning and thought, “…but what about ethereal disco diva couture???” and spent a few more years doing that...
Like, I can understand that some people are really bothered by Emma’s changes in wardrobe… I just can’t understand why.