"Do you really get up at the same time every morning to swim for 45 minutes? I mean, it's Sunday," Lila wondered at 7.45am, from where she had parked herself on a sunchair with a cappucino freshly made with Blake's coffee machine. She averted her eyes slightly, pretending to be absorbed with her coffee as Blake climbed out of the pool. Otherwise she'd probably be staring a little too much at the little droplets of water running down his rather nude and rather chiseled body.
Blake raised an eyebrow as he went to get a towel from a chair next to the pool.
"Why is that hard to believe?"
"Because it sounds exhausting to have to make yourself get up that early every morning just to exercise. I can think of things I'd rather do- namely, sleep in."
"Is that why I never see you around in the m
