The class started simple, breathing exercises, stretches, posture corrections. Easy enough. But then came the “couple connection” segment.

We were told to face each other, knees touching, palms pressed together.

“Breathe with your partner,” the instructor said softly. “Match their rhythm. Trust the connection.”

I tried to focus on her voice, but all I could feel was him. Adrian’s hands were warm, steady. His eyes held mine like he was trying to read every unspoken thing I ...