Kira stirred and slowly opened her eyes. The first sight that greeted her was Derek. His figure was emerging from the closet, his muscles defined beneath the snug fit of workout shorts and a t-shirt.
He looked ready to take on the world, or at least beat it into submission on the training ground.
She pushed herself up against the pillows and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Good morning."
Derek glanced over, and the hard edge in his face softened. "Morning. How did you sleep?"
"Well enough." She stretched. "You?"
"Well enough," he echoed.
Kira slid out of bed and padded over to the closet. She rummaged through it, pulled out a set of workout gear of her own, and started laying it across the chair.
Derek's eyebrow lifted. "What's that for?"
"I'm training with you."
Derek frowned. "You're training with me?" he asked, suspicion clear in his tone.
Kira shrugged as she pulled the top over her head. "Yes. Why not?"
