The back of my hand slid across my forehead, collecting the perspiration. “Get out.”
Luc leaned against the doorway to the gym with a sly grin permeating his features. His arms crossed in front of him lazily in contrast to his watchful eyes. The punching bag next to me shifted back and forth— an aftermath of my heated exertion. If Luc didn’t leave his cockiness outside the door, he would undergo the same impact of the punching bag.
“Why? I’m not causing any harm, am I?”
“You don’t need to be in here.” I reached for the floor where my water bottle was positioned. It would be a long time before I could get him to leave. He liked being told what to do about as much as I did.
Slowly, his arms unfolded. He pushed himself away from the doorway before shrugging. “I didn’t realize I needed a r
