Ryder
“L
es isn’t going to like this,” Holden says for the third time, and I suppress an eye roll.
“It’s just a simple trip,” I point out, helping him unwrap his hands from sparring with me. He is getting damn good, and I’m not as worried about him getting into a fight. If I could ever get him out of the house.
He gives me a doubtful look while sitting on the weight bench and laying back. He hooks his hands on the bar and lifts the weights off. I’ve gotten him lifting two-seventy-five, and he barely breaks a sweat anymore; I still spot him closely, though. I watch his biceps ripple and tear my eyes away.
I’ve never found a guy attractive but working out with Holden all these months has made me pay attention to him in ways that I shouldn’t. Especially knowing what I knew about him.
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