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“Oh.”

His eyes narrow.

I smile. “You're very distracting.”

“You came to my gym.”

“Do you own it?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Chaos.”

“What?”

“Lift.”

I curl the dumbbell.

He keeps his hand around my wrist for the first repetition, then releases me. I immediately miss his touch. Which is pathetic.

I do another.

Roman watches.

Another.

“Good.”

I stop.

His brows pull together. “Why did you stop?”

“You said good.”

“So?”

“So I'm enjoying the moment.”

“You've been complimented before.”

“Not by you.”

Something changes in his face. It’s barely noticeable, but I see it.

Roman looks away first. “Keep going.”

I smile. “Okay.”

I finish the set.

“Good.”