MARION

“You’re working out? You mean to tell me I didn’t tire you out last night, huh?” Demetria taunted, standing at the entrance of my private gym with her arms folded across her chest. She wore my shirt from last night, which swallowed her, stopping mid-thigh.

I dropped the dumbbells and smirked at her through the mirror. “You? Tired me out? Wildfire, you just woke the beast, now I’ve got energy to burn.”

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the corner of her lips twitch. ...