Raven
The gym smelled like rubber mats, metal, and effort — sharp, gritty, alive. My muscles trembled as I repacked the squat bar, every fiber screaming like it had something personal against me. Sweat rolled down my spine, my tank top clinging in places I didn't care to acknowledge, waves escaping my ponytail and sticking to my temples.
I dropped onto the bench beside the free weights with a groan that had zero shame attached to it.
"I'm dead," I announced to the ceiling. "Like — medically. If you make me do one more set, I'm calling an ambulance."
"You're the one who wanted to come to the Gym," Amy chided with an exhausted laugh. She always complained when we went together, but we usually had fun. I just had so much extra energy and adrenaline I needed to work out of my system this
