Kayla’s pov

“Mom, I’m actually doing this today. No more excuses, I swear I’m ready to get my ass moving,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I stood in the kitchen doorway.

My tank top clung to my skin from the warm night, and I could feel my nipples pressing against the thin fabric, a reminder of how lazy I had been lately just lying around.

Mom turned from the counter with her coffee mug halfway to her lips, her eyebrows shooting up in genuine surprise.

“Kayla, honey, are you serious right now? You’ve been dodging every conversation about exercise for months. What got into you overnight?”...