It was a new day after what Martin dared call the most eventful day of his MMO career.
He was not far into his paid vacation, but waking up so early with a fresh mind already felt amazing. He wished he could be like that every day, and it was yet another reason to keep improving his financial situation.
After his morning routine, Martin put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the free outdoor gym closest to his studio apartment to work on his body in real life. He had an exciting image burning in his mind, one that made his muscles warm up and his blood surge hotter: the image of him stepping in for Cassandra at that shameful moment.
Shit, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
He pushed through each set harder than usual, his body feeding on the memory. The look she had given him afterward, and the relief written all over her face, lit something fierce inside him.
It was not only satisfaction. It was the raw, burning feeling of having been strong when it mattered.
