CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE –HERCULEAN EFFORT

"You good over there?" he asked with seemingly genuine concern. When she could only muster another feeble wisp of an exhale, he let out a low whistle and planted his hands on those impossibly chiseled hips. "Yeahhhh, looks like we may have pushed a tad too hard core our first rodeo, huh?" The sympathetic light in his gaze quickly transmuted into that disturbingly blazing zealotry that transformed his whole being when it came to fitness. "But that's the name of the game, isn't it? Knowing your body's true limits and conditioning yourself to obliterate them every single day without fail!" He was pacing again now, the words tumbling out in an increasingly impassioned rush. "We'll get you back on your hooves in no time, champ - I'm thinking a rigorous 30-day nutritional detox coupled with some primo HIIT sessions and a creatine cycle..." The more he expounded on whatever unspeakable torture regimen he was concocting for her, the more Jasmine felt her very soul shriveling in self-pro