She wanted to hide under the covers when her alarm went off, but she was tired of being the girl who hid behind things. Nash was already there and looked ready to go. “You showed,” he said as she put her stuff down. “You didn’t think I would?” “I think you probably regretted that phone call as soon as you hung up with me.” How the hell could he know that? She shrugged and went up to him. “So…what are we doing?” “Waiting for Shep. You might want to stretch.” She nodded and began her series of stretches. “You’re not going to?” He smirked. “I’m not going to be the one dancing.” She pursed her lips and continued stretching. A few minutes later, the door opened and a tired-looking Shep stumbled in. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, his hair standing in every direction and his eyes half open. “Finally,” Nash muttered. “Fuck you.” Shep dropped his things carelessly near the door. “I’m not a morning person, and you haven’t even told me why I have to be here.”
