Work It

My morning started early, with Dante banging against my bedroom door. This was the first time he knocked, but I assumed it was because Anabelle was sleeping in my bedroom. “Azalea,” his deep voice sounded from outside in the hallway. My one eye popped open, just in time as the door flew open. So much for assuming he was putting his sister in consideration... I immediately squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep. Guessing by how tired I felt, it was still early. Dante always chose the most ungodly hours for exercises, which I guessed he was here in the first place for. He did say we have to get back to it, that, and after last night… “I know you’re awake,” his voice clipped. A hot breeze shifted past the bed, toward my dresser. I could hear him pull it open and rummage around, then close it again. Something dropped by my feet—my clothes, I think. “Come on, I don’t have the whole day.” Honestly, I was impressed that he managed not to utter a single curse word yet. I remained still, no