Morning light slips through the curtains when I pull my tracksuit from the drawer.
Black, fitted, simple — my favorite one.
I step into the leggings and pull them up slowly over my hips, the fabric settling snug against my waist and thighs. The cropped top follows, sleeves pushed halfway up my forearms. When I stretch my arms overhead, a sliver of skin shows before the hem drops back into place.
I tie my hair up, then pull it free again, letting it fall loose over my shoulders.
Training is easier when it’s tied back.
But I leave it down anyway.
I grab my water and head downstairs.
The kitchen is already occupied.
Kai leans against the counter with coffee, Gabriel perched sideways on a chair, Lucas digging through the fridge.
All three of them look up at once.
Lucas’ brows lift.
