Chapter 52 | The Wrong Fitzgerald on His Mind

My back slammed against the training mat with enough force to make my teeth rattle. I stared up at the gym ceiling, my vision swimming with stars that definitely weren’t part of the decor.

"What happened to all that big talk from yesterday?" Sloane stood over me, pink hair pulled back in a high ponytail, not a drop of sweat on her forehead. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Something about how you were gonna show me what you learned?"

I groaned, trying to make my lungs work again. What a fucking whiplash. Last night I’d gone six rounds with Diane—six!—and felt like a god among men by the end of it. My stats had jumped through the roof. Strength, endurance, agility—everything had skyrocketed after the Sexercise trait kicked in.

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