Britney disappeared into her bedroom.
Liam stood in the living room and looked at the workout bench he had just set up, the resistance bands on the wall, the weighted handles beside them.
He could hear movement from the bedroom, a drawer opening and closing, the specific sound of someone changing clothes quickly.
She came back out a few minutes later.
The singlet was gone.
She had changed into a sports bra, fitted and tight, the fabric pressing her boobs together and forward, the full shape of them visible and substantial under the material, the outline of her nipples faintly present through the thin fabric.
Below that she still had the black leggings on, nothing else. Her hair was still in the ponytail. She was carrying a yoga mat rolled under one arm.
She crossed the room, shook the mat out onto the floor, and smoothed it flat with one foot.
Then she stood on it and looked at him.
"Come here," she said.
Liam walked toward her. "What do I do?"
