Clarissa's P.O.V.
Brantley kicked my *ss with all the workouts he was putting me through. I couldn't begin to understand why squats were important in training, but if he had me do one more, I was pretty sure my legs would fall off. I stood in the shower for what seemed forever, allowing the hot water to run over my sore muscles. I couldn't remember the last time a shower had felt so amazing, and then again, I couldn't remember the last time I worked out.
Shortly after our training session, Brantley ran to town to grab a few supplies, and I welcomed his leave to have time to myself to relax. The shower was the only way I knew to find solace and comfort, and man, this shower did the trick.
"Clarissa!" I heard my name being called from the other room, and I groaned in disapproval.
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