Calorie Burn Between His Sheets - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Sophia Laurent gave me a look of genuine concern, her perfectly manicured hand pressing against my forehead. "Seriously, Nana? Did that fever scramble your brains or something?" She frowned. "You don't feel that warm now. How could you forget yesterday?"
I bit my lip. "What exactly happened to me yesterday?"
"Your first real training session, remember?" Sophia's eyes widened. "Ethan went full drill sergeant on you—two straight hours without breaks. You were practically a puddle by the end, then boom, passed out cold." She tilted her head. "You really don't remember any of that?"
My stomach dropped. What kind of alternate reality was this?
Last night's memories flashed—the twisted hide-and-seek game, Ethan's wandering hands, my escape, then that sharp sting before everything went black. Now Sophia was spinning this sunshine-and-rainbows version? My supposed best friend covering for that creep?
I forced a weak smile. "Oh... right. That explains why my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton." Playing along seemed smarter than calling her out.
"Obviously you're sick!" She thrust a glass of water and pills at me. "Take these and stay in bed. Doctor's orders."
"Sure thing, doc." I fake-swallowed the meds, waiting until her footsteps faded before spitting them into my palm. Trained until I collapsed? Please. I did a quick self-check—clothes undisturbed, no weird aches. Small mercies.
But what the actual hell was happening? I grabbed my phone—full bars. Had it all been some fever dream?
"No way." I dug my nails into my palms. This mystery wasn't going to solve itself.
By noon, cabin fever drove me to the retreat's garden—the exact spot where Ryan's bonfire party had been. The same place where everything went sideways. A sunhat-wearing cleaner pushed her cart nearby.
"Excuse me," I called, "was there a party here last night? Bonfire, music, the whole deal?"
She snorted. "Honey, I'm out by five. This place won't even spring for decent coffee, let alone parties." She kept muttering about workplace injustices as she shuffled away.
Before I could ask others, Sophia materialized, grabbing my arm with manic energy. "Nana! Best news—I'm down fifteen pounds!"
Fifteen. My jaw dropped. That was nearly my entire goal. If she could do it in a month...
"How?" The word burst out before I could stop it. My envy tasted bitter, but curiosity won. "What's your secret?"
I bit my lip. "What exactly happened to me yesterday?"
"Your first real training session, remember?" Sophia's eyes widened. "Ethan went full drill sergeant on you—two straight hours without breaks. You were practically a puddle by the end, then boom, passed out cold." She tilted her head. "You really don't remember any of that?"
My stomach dropped. What kind of alternate reality was this?
Last night's memories flashed—the twisted hide-and-seek game, Ethan's wandering hands, my escape, then that sharp sting before everything went black. Now Sophia was spinning this sunshine-and-rainbows version? My supposed best friend covering for that creep?
I forced a weak smile. "Oh... right. That explains why my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton." Playing along seemed smarter than calling her out.
"Obviously you're sick!" She thrust a glass of water and pills at me. "Take these and stay in bed. Doctor's orders."
"Sure thing, doc." I fake-swallowed the meds, waiting until her footsteps faded before spitting them into my palm. Trained until I collapsed? Please. I did a quick self-check—clothes undisturbed, no weird aches. Small mercies.
But what the actual hell was happening? I grabbed my phone—full bars. Had it all been some fever dream?
"No way." I dug my nails into my palms. This mystery wasn't going to solve itself.
By noon, cabin fever drove me to the retreat's garden—the exact spot where Ryan's bonfire party had been. The same place where everything went sideways. A sunhat-wearing cleaner pushed her cart nearby.
"Excuse me," I called, "was there a party here last night? Bonfire, music, the whole deal?"
She snorted. "Honey, I'm out by five. This place won't even spring for decent coffee, let alone parties." She kept muttering about workplace injustices as she shuffled away.
Before I could ask others, Sophia materialized, grabbing my arm with manic energy. "Nana! Best news—I'm down fifteen pounds!"
Fifteen. My jaw dropped. That was nearly my entire goal. If she could do it in a month...
"How?" The word burst out before I could stop it. My envy tasted bitter, but curiosity won. "What's your secret?"
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