Deceive me

*Pant Pant Pant*

“No, stop-” Elia moaned.

“-I can’t breathe-ah-”

“-slowly-” she said. Her body dripping wet.

Her legs were aching from all the movement. Her chest felt like it was being pounded over and over again. He was always on top of her…metaphorically. She told James to stop forcing her into such exercises.

He knew she liked yoga better!

James had taken Elia to the gym and she hated the treadmill the most, especially because he kept on increasing the speed of her running machine. Elia was out of shape, even with all the home yoga.

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