Chloe’s Point of View
By the time we finally make it back to the apartment, my body feels like it weighs a hundred kilograms more than it should.
I kick the door to our apartment shut with my heel and let out a long groan.
“Okay. Fun day? Yes. But I am never, ever, walking that much again. My feet are killing me.”
Zayde chuckles as he sets the shopping bags down by the wall.
“You didn’t even carry anything.”
I shoot him a mock glare as I shuffle into the bedroom.
“Carrying bags is nothing compared to walking through five different stores while Maya argues with Sky about buttons.”
He smirks faintly, unbuttoning his jacket.
“That is a fair point.”
I collapse onto the bed face-first with a muffled groan.
“Remind me next time not to say yes when they suggest a ‘fun day out.’”
