Deep Surrendering: Episode Eight by Chelsea M. Cameron

Author:Chelsea M. Cameron [Cameron, Chelsea M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult Romance
Published: 2014-10-22T00:00:00+00:00

The next thing I knew, there was a buzzing near my ear and a banging coming from somewhere. I rolled over and moaned.

Ugh. This was why you shouldn’t drink too much at once. This right here. I clutched my head and tried to make sense of the noises. One was my phone and the other was a person at my front door.

“I’m coming,” I yelled, and then winced as the sound made my skull ache. The banging had to end. I practically crawled to the door and opened it to find Chloe standing on the other side, clad in yoga pants and a tight tank top, her hair pulled back from her face and twisted up with bobby pins.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked, leaning against the doorway. I wouldn’t be able to remain standing if I didn’t lean on something.

“Yoga time,” she said with an evil grin, and produced a cup of coffee from behind her back. “Get dressed and we’ll go.”

I gave her a look as if she’d just suggested we set ourselves on fire.

Yoga? Hell, I could barely walk, let alone try and balance for any length of time in a tricky position.

“How the hell aren’t you hung over?” I moaned as I fell on the couch and tried not to spill my coffee. I was going to need something in my stomach as well.

“I got up early and got my shit together,” she said with a smug grin.

“I hate you,” I said, but then she handed me a bag with a Danish in it.

“No, you love me. Just get yourself together and we’ll go. If it’s awful we’ll leave, and if it’s not we’ll feel so much better about ourselves.”

What the hell time was it, anyway? I looked at the clock on my DVD player, and holy crap, it was almost noon. I’d really passed out. This body clock thing had really screwed with my life.

“What time is the class?” She’d better not say in ten minutes or else I was going to kill her.

“It’s not until one thirty, but I figured you’d need a good amount of recovery time, which is why I’m here.” Her smile made my teeth hurt. I sipped my coffee and prayed that my stomach would cooperate, and that it wouldn’t come right back up.

“Why did I agree to this again?” I asked, taking a small bite of my Danish and chewing it thoroughly before swallowing. I wasn’t going to throw up. If I told myself I wasn’t going to throw up, I wasn’t going to throw up. Mind over matter.

“Because you love me, and because it will be good for both of us. You know, you’re supposed to exercise and all that.”

“Ugh. Who wants to do that?”

She patted me on the shoulder. “We do, if we want to live past the age of forty.”

I’d read that somewhere. That now humans were sedentary, and sitting could actually kill you and was as bad for your body as smoking. But what could you do? Everything could kill you.

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