Domino’s POV
My body was sore, so sore you’d think I was training but no I was doing my job being a personal babysitter. And I was babysitting a workaholic. Ever since our encounter after the first practice, Logan hasn't said more than two words to me and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. But she made sure that she told me what time we were getting up for training in the morning. It was at three in the morning… three in the freaking morning she dragged me to the training room and she ran till five in the morning.
During those times I would monitor her pace then after it was over I’d log her speed and distance then I have to help her stretch her limbs. I had to do a stretch to her that left little room for personal space. I could smell her scent stronger than I could normally
