After wrapping up my brutal gym session under Ana's tough coaching—legs like jelly, lungs on fire—I collapsed flat on the cool rubberized gym floor, every muscle quivering for a break.
"You are too much... hahh... huff..."
"Baby, you have to improve your stamina."
Sweat poured off me in rivers, soaking my blue sports bra until it clung sheer to my full breasts, tiny shorts wedged uncomfortably high on pale thighs, raven ponytail matted sticky against my neck.
Chest heaved like bellows, I gasped for air, stars dancing in my vision from the final sprint she'd pushed me through.
Ana crouched beside me with that signature soft chuckle, her athletic frame casting a shadow as she slid strong arms under my back and knees, lifting me up smooth and effortless—like I was a feather instead of a grown woman.
