A week later I fell into bed despite Dylan’s protests. My limbs were sore, my arms ached and my abs were in a constant state of fire. I had started training.
“Remi, you’re not going to sleep in those wet clothes. Come on, I already prepared a bath for you. All you have to do is get into it. Don’t be lazy,” The sense behind his words barely penetrated my ears.
“I’m so tired,” I groaned. I couldn’t even consider turning from my stomach to my back. My muscles ached terribly and he expected me to get out of bed. Ha! What a joke.
“I’ll give you a massage when you’re done bathing. ” He bribed.
Hmm. The thought of a massage surely sounded appealing. I had received one after the first day of training and I could testify of Dylan’s magical hands. He gave good massages but I was too tired to obl
