My jaw drops open before I scowl at him. “You said walk!”
“I lied,” he says, grinning at me and starting off on the track at a gentle jog. “Come on! You need to keep up!”
I groan, desperately wishing I at least had some coffee before this, and then I hurry to catch up with my cousin, who I know is only doing this for my benefit anyway. I really do need to get faster.
Jesse and I jog in silence for a long while as he puts me through my paces, making me stay by his side until I’m panting for air while he, infuriatingly, barely breaks a sweat. When we get to the top of a hill he signals to me to take a break and I put my hands on my knees, catching my breath.
“Why are you so much fitter than me,” I gasp, glaring at him. “I do…ballet. I do sports!”
He grins at me and laughs a little. “Yo
