#Chapter112
ANIYAH
/"I'm tired./" I pressed before I rolled over in my bed.
/"That's good./" Jess rubbed my arm, massaging and pressing at my tender muscles that begged for another ice pack. /"That mean your muscles are getting that good workout./"
/"Who made you a gym coach all of a sudden?/" I shoved her away.
/"Oh shut up and get dress./"
I looked at her, watching as she shuffled through my closet before she pulled a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. She tossed them onto my bed before she pulled out a pair of my workout sneakers.
/"I don't feel like going./" I sobbed.
/"You cannot stop because you feel a little burn in those arms./"
She gave me a light nudge against my arm. With such tender arms, a light nudge could easily feel like a ton of bricks being forced against my body.
/"Bitch, do not do that again./" I yelped, rubbing my arms vigorously.
