He went for run to rid a feel yet, even after, it remained. She knew it in the way he fixed, in stare and see of all of her, tension and a strain, unfreed, even through the miles.
She read his eyes. She read his mood, way of his holding back as she worked through her own strengthen, feel, and free; boneyard of weights amassing beside through different exercises, reps, and cycles. She hit the point when body is light, when there feels no force and all just flows; breathing loose and free and full as when body wholly opens.
She wanted him to reach it too, the loose and whole and free. She felt for him, sympathy to something more, low focus of a feel, her thought refined in mind.
He left the treadmill, covered in sweat, she knew he’d clean after he was too and sweat was through. She heard shower start upstairs.
She smiled, idea taking to form, mind and will opened free as body in its way.
Her sets were through. Normally, she would arrange and put all weights away, but then she let them lie.
Rising upstairs, body undressed to free of muscle-feeling and her breaths. On bed, she waited, pillow rest raising body in wait pose, near leg to shower long and straight, after’s bent and raised at the knee, foot flat to mattressed balance.
Still in the feel of free and loose, she waited with patient smile: for the water’s stop, shower’s open, light-spark of his eyes and sign; and her invite, restore of his sweat into body and spirit’s free; his breathing as her own, rhythm-force of one-made same, bodies’ close, stronger through, into pulse-attain releasing of the free.