~CAKE~
I woke up sore and heavy like my body was mad at me. Heck, I’m mad at myself too.
My ankle, though? I felt way better.
I rolled it slowly under the sheets, testing it. No sharp pain, just stiffness.
Last night, after we got home, Nico had grabbed it without warning and twisted it until something cracked. I’d nearly punched him in the throat.
Then the swelling went down.
Annoying how he was right.
My eye looked better too. Still puffy, but not “murder victim” bad.
I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth when it hit me.
You train with Luca every morning.
My jaw tightened. I spat into the sink. “Train with him my foot,” I muttered.
I showered slowly. I took my time. Lotions. Hair. Everything—even gave myself a nice good shave.
If I was going to be petty, I was goin
