Gemotions

He stretched languidly, every muscle feeling loose and pliable. The early morning air, crisp and cool against his skin, invigorated him. He’d just finished a grueling workout, and a sense of easy contentment settled over him. James bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling light as a feather. He pulled out his phone, ready to send a cheeky message to his brother about the workout. "Beat you again, loser!" he typed. His finger stumbled, and the message popped up on a completely unknown contact. A wave of amusement washed over him as he wrote, "My bad! Meant for someone else. Still applies, though!"