Chapter Forty-Five. Girl Talk.
Ronnie all but ran up the stairs to her room, grabbing a pair of yoga pants and sports bra. She sighed as she realised just how much weight and muscle she had lost. She looked in the mirror, letting out an annoyed sigh.
“I used to have a peachy bum. Now it is as flat as a pancake!” she exasperatedly sighed, seeing the normally form fitting fabric hanging off her body.
“Hey, it is still the sexiest bum I have ever seen,” Hamish grinned at her. It was not a line, he truly meant every word.
“You are my mate, you are going to think that, no matter what my bum looks like,” Ronnie huffed, calling him out of the undeniable facts of the situation.
“Okay, you have me there. But that makes me want to ask, who else’s good opinion do you want?” Hamish asked, gi
