I hastily bowed as well. I looked over at James to see him smiling at the yoga teacher, looking completely at ease.
When he had suggested I join him for a yoga class on the beach, I had burst out laughing. The moody look on his face told me he wasn't joking, and that's how I found myself here.
"What's the verdict, did you enjoy it?" He whispered, putting his arm around me.
We walked away from the group and sat down in the sand. It was already warming up in the morning sun.
I nodded and stretched my legs out. I was aching, but it wasn't like I had great fitness levels. James worked out twice a day, something which I'd been equally impressed and sickened by when he'd told me.
"It was harder than I thought, and i'm not sure about the meditation part. I felt awkward in the silence. I'm surprised its your kind of thing."
James took a sip of his water and raised his eyebrows.
I laughed and shoved him playfully.
"I don't know, it's pretty chilled. I get why you like being the only guy surrounded by lycra clad women though, that makes it your thing."
He shook his head.
"It's good exercise, and it helps me clear my mind."
He wrapped his arms around my waist and moved me, so I was sitting between his legs.
"I thought it might help you, like it did me. It aligns your body and mind, which is a good thing when dealing with painful memories."
His words took me aback, and I realised I didn't know much about his past. What painful stuff had he dealt with?
"It was a distraction having you there, though. Some of those positions would be great to fuck you in." He growled, running his hands down my waist to my hips.
Now this was the James I knew. I playfully slapped him, but I felt the familiar ache between my legs.
"Maybe we should head back and try a few of them out?" I whispered, turning to face him.
His eyes seared into mine and my whole body melted. We were closer than ever since my confession, and James was being so patient and loving. He leant down to kiss me and my whole body rushed with endorphins.
A loud cough interrupted us, and James swore under his breath. I looked behind me and saw Bella towering over us.
"A word, James." She demanded, her hands on her slender hips.
She was wearing a silver bikini with her blonde hair hanging in loose waves over her shoulders. Her body was perfect, even in the unforgiving light of the sun.
I'd stupidly forgotten about her since the first night here, but suddenly all I could think about was her and James fucking...
His body tensed, and he looked at me before answering her. I nodded it was fine, even though it wasn't.
I didn't understand what they had to talk about. James had told me it was a mistake, and Bella was here with her husband.
"Right, make it quick." He said, standing up and crossing his arms.
They walked out of earshot. There was a familiarity between them. I couldn't help but suspect there was more to their relationship than James had made out.
I laid back in the sand and closed my eyes. Maybe he was right about yoga. It would help me relax, and clearing my mind could hardly be a bad thing.
I doubted it would help me deal with my memories of Tommy though, it would take a lot more than yoga to do that.
"Sophie, get up. We're leaving."
I opened my eyes and James stood over me. He looked furious.
"Is everything ok?" I asked, sitting up and brushing sand off my arms.
He nodded and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. I didn't want to push him, but I was curious what had happened with Bella.
"What did she want?"
James started walking ahead, and I had to jog to keep up with him.
"It's nothing. I don't want to talk about it."
I felt a flash of annoyance.
"I want you to tell me."
I grabbed his arm, and he turned around, his face angry.
"You don't tell me everything, Sophie. Just fucking drop it."
He pulled away as I stared in shock. I knew it was a fair point, but I'd never expected him to speak to me like that.
He exhaled, running his fingers through his hair as he stared back at the beach. I turned to see Bella watching us, a massive smirk on her face.
"What did she say?"
James looked at me for a moment before shaking his head.
"I need some space."
My heart sank as I watched him march away, my uneasiness increasing. Maybe I wasn't the only one with a secret…
By the time I had returned to my room and showered, I was furious with James. I couldn't believe he'd ditched me, especially in front of Bella.
I'd just finished drying my hair when there was a knock on the door.
"Finally, let's see what you have to say for yourself." I mumbled, striding across the room to the door.
I flung it open and glared, prepared for a grovelling James. Instead, I saw Georgia. She was wearing a tiny pink dress, a massive straw hat, and huge sunglasses that covered most of her face.
She took off her sunglasses and raised her eyebrows.
"What's he done?" She sighed, eyeing me suspiciously.
I walked back into the room, folding my arms across my chest.
"It's nothing worth mentioning." I replied, deciding it was better not to involve her.
"Well, if you're free do you fancy going shopping? I need cheering up."
I watched as she sighed, plonking herself onto the couch.
"What's happened?" I asked, sitting beside her.
"I've just got off the phone to my parents."
Her eyes filled with tears and I pulled her into a hug, knocking her hat to the floor.
"Oh Georgie, what did they say?"
She started sobbing harder.
"T-they s-s-said I was mak-king a huge mistake!" She stuttered, struggling to get her words out.
"You knew they would be like this, Georgia. They just need to meet Richard." I soothed, stroking her hair.
"I-I-I said that but m-my dad said I was selfish and shouldn't leave them to m-marry a man who lived in a different country."
I didn't know what to say to comfort her. Georgia was close with her parents, and I knew they loved her more than anything in the world.
"They're probably worried they won't see you."
Georgia wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, her tears subsiding.
"I k-know that they are. It's m-my life and happiness though, I love Richard." She hiccuped, sounding less upset and more annoyed. "They should be happy that I'm happy."
I would always be on Georgia's side, but I could see her parents' point of view. She was marrying a man she'd not known for very long, and one that they hadn't met yet.
"They will be happy. I'm sure it's come as a shock that you're engaged and leaving New York! It's all happening so quickly."
Georgia glared at me.
"You agree with them then? I never said I was leaving New York."
Oh God. I didn't want to fall out with her, but I couldn't lie. I grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it.
"I can see how much you love each other, but yes, it is quick. I'm going to miss seeing you all the time if you move away. I just assumed you would because Richard has the business in Europe."
"What should I do then?" She exclaimed, pulling her hand from mine and folding her arms. "I love Richard. I'm not going to end things, so I can spend my time being miserable in New York."
I shook my head, immediately regretting my choice of words.
"I don't want you to do that, Georgia. It's your life. Just don't get mad with your parents, they're going to miss you! I'd give anything to have my parents back. It's not worth falling out with them over this."
She stood up.
"I understand that, but all I wanted was the support of those closest to me. I always put others first, now it's time to think about myself.
Before I had a chance to answer, she had stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her. Georgia had always supported me, and somehow I'd made her think I wasn't doing the same back.
"You idiot." I muttered, closing my eyes.
I wanted to go after her, but I knew her well enough to know she needed time to cool down. This was turning out to be anything but the relaxing holiday I thought it would be.