Helanie:
"Ugh, I did? I am so sorry," I said sleepily, grabbing my ankle and then trying to massage my body. I was in so much pain.
"You okay?" he asked, and I started kicking the air while sitting straight up in bed.
"That combat lesson—my body hurts," I whimpered, complaining like a child. I had no idea what made me act so careless in front of him.
I couldn't even handle body aches in front of him.
"Oh, shoot, why didn't I think about it? Of course your body would ache. You haven't worked out in a while," he muttered under his breath and then put his pillow down, slowly reaching for an oil bottle.
"Lie down, I'll massage your feet," he offered. As soon as he said that, I pulled my legs back into my body and pouted.
"No," the way I said it was enough for him to roll his eyes.
"Helanie, it's just a foot massage. Nothing weird about it. I'll be decent," he mumbled, even when he didn't have to.
