Chapter Title: (134) That's Three Comments About The Yoga Pants, Matthews-02

"Five miles," he shrugged with a teasing glint in his eyes. He stood after another leg stretch on the ground, and Marley followed suit — though she was much less flexible. "But don't worry, I didn't take your 'Let's do your workout routine.' speech seriously." Marley avoided his teasing smile with a wave of shame hung over her like a storm cloud. Between the hypocrisy of telling Aiden off for checking her out, and claiming she can handle a workout routine she now knows she can't — her dignity was as good as crawling on the floor, barely breathing. "You're right. I'm wrong. Happy?" She asked with a tight smile, redirecting her gaze to Aiden to copy his arm stretches. -momentarily stuck on his flexing biceps. Get it freaking together, Marley. Don't stare. Don't stare- "We should do this more often." Marley nodded mutely, her eyes still stuck to her boyfriend like glue. She really can't be held responsible for what happens when the guy isn't only sho