Chapter Twenty-six

Storm's POV

Why the hell was I doing stretches by 4. 30 am? Who in their right mind would choose to want to leave their bed this early? This was pure punishment. Noah must be punishing me for agreeing to participate in the Luna events. Such a cruel man, couldn't he have thought about something else as a punishment, inside of me being up this early in the cold? He had brought me to the forest to run and practice.

I sent a glare to him. He was bent over stretching as well. His running short clung to his thighs exposing his well-defined calves. His sweatshirt fitted him perfectly, and I could see his muscled biceps. I wanted to grab him and back him up against a tree Damn, this man was fine.

Noah cleared his throat and I snapped out of my trance. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"Of course. I'm perfect." I said, twisting my waist so it would look like he didn't affect me. He nodded.

After a few stretches, he jumped up. "Alright, that's enough for stretching. It's 5 am on the dot. L