"Nate, any more running, and this training will do me more harm than good." I panted. It was 6 am. Freaking 6 AM! I want to sleep more instead of running for who knows how many laps already.

Nate slowed down a bit and was running back to face me. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. He simply gave me a teasing grin. "Rose, you do know that you only did 5 laps, right?"

"Only...five you say?" I glared at him despite how tired I was. "You're saying that as if running five laps is normal."

"It is."

"Admit it, Nate. You're just here to torture me."

"You should be...