She held my gaze a beat longer, the corner of her mouth twitching with that private little smile she reserved only for me, then stepped closer, pressing the cold glass lightly against my chest.
Only then did she take a longer, eager drink and finally collapse onto the cushioned sofa beside me. She immediately curled into my side, one leg folding over mine.
She exhaled a long, contented breath, eyes half-lidded as she looked up at me.
"My legs felt so light out there," she said, looking over with a bright grin. "Those supplement prescriptions you had us start taking... they work wonders. My coach asked if I'd secretly hired an Olympic trainer."
"Those were just high-grade creatine, amino peptides, and vitamins," I smiled, brushing a damp copper strand away from her temple with my fingers. "Completely legal, some professional athletes use those. Nothing beyond current medical science. But purer than anything off a store shelf."
