~ELENA~
A loud knock on the door startles me awake in the morning.
I groan softly.
I don't like being woken up from sleep.
I like to sleep and wake up by myself.
Groggy and still tangled in my sheets, I sit up with a confused frown.
Who is knocking??
Sunlight is peeking through the curtains, and my phone says it's just five minutes past seven.
The knock comes again, this time followed by a familiar voice.
“Elena,” Nico calls. “Get your pretty ass up. We're going to the gym”
I blink, still half-asleep.
Gym??
I drag myself to the door and open it, only to be greeted by Nico wearing a very clean white singlet, and a pair of low hanging black sweatpants and a grin that should be illegal this early in the morning.
“I don't recall signing up for torture this morning” I grumble, rub
