Fighting Style
Annabella POV
My alarm comes too quickly the next morning. I roll over under the sheets to find myself alone in the bed.
“You should probably get up if you want to eat before breakfast,” I hear Eli’s warm voice call out to me from somewhere in the room. I groan and roll towards his voice.
“I don’t eat before I train,” I grunt out pulling the covers back over my head. I hear him chuckle before the covers are yanked from my body. “ELI!”
“Get your sexy ass out of bed and get ready. I'll meet you in the kitchen.” He plants a light kiss on my forehead before walking out of the door and closing it softly behind him. I groan and pull myself out of the bed and pad into the closet. I grab a pair of my thin, black workout leggings and a supportive black sports bra. Back home,
