"I don't like to jog..."

Cora said quietly, fingers trailing along the edge of the marble counter as she got in to the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder at him, trying not to betray how suddenly caught she felt.

Looking him over, she took in his flushed appearance, skin glistening ever so faintly... she knew he'd been training. She knew his routine by now and it was obvious just looking at him. Oh, this would be so difficult.

"... I had errands."