The next morning, the sun bled softly into the room through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the wooden floor.
"Huff.. Huff.. Haa..." Brandon's breaths came in steady grunts as his arms trembled slightly, pressing against the ground.
His body lowered, chest nearly touching the floor, before rising again with force.
Sweat rolled down his temples as strands of hair stuck to his forehead.
On his back, Naevora sat cross-legged while Brandon was doing pushups.
She is wearing a loose black shirt that hung just enough to tease her shoulders and collarbones and slim shorts that clung to her waist.
In one hand she held a bowl of fresh strawberries and thick cream as she scooped a piece and bit into it.
"Mmph- one hundred and… twenty-six," Brandon grunted and his arms strained even more.
