Page 27 of Every Inch of You
She looked like she’d been slapped in the face. “You honestly think that’s what you’dbe?”
“How should I know what I am toyou?”
She shook her head and headed for the door. “Right.”
I didn’t want to leave things on that note. “Vivian—wait.”
“What?”
“Just hang on a minute.” I left the room, unsure of what I was making her wait for, and came back with a bag of Epsom Salts. “If you soak in an Epsom Salt bath for twenty minutes it’ll help relieve sore muscles.” I held the six-pound bag up to her. “Take it. On thehouse.”
“You want me to carry it home while I’m running and also holding a bottle of water?” She was incredulous. It’s not like I was handing her a sack ofpotatoes.
“You’ll have to leave the water bottle here. It’s a ten-minute run, you’ll be fine. Just stretch when you get home, but drink tons of water first. A liter. You should also be taking magnesium supplements. It’ll help with the soremuscles.”
She glared at me. “It would have been fantastic if you’d told me that on the firstday.”
“No pain, nogain.”
She gave me the water bottle, took the bag of Epsom Salts from me, and went out the door,grumbling.
I leaned out the door. “Hey.”
“What?!” she snapped, as she turnedback.
I licked my lips. “You’re an even better kisser now than you were junior year.” I shut the door, so I didn’t see herreaction.
The hot bathshe’d take that night would relieve tension in more ways than one, I was sure of it. I know, because after doing a hundred push-ups I took one myself, even though I’d justshowered.
I also knew that I should have picked a lane and stayed in it, and that we’d be very lucky if we didn’t both crash and burn byJune.
