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There was nothing but genuine concern in his eyes. Sometimes I wish he wasn't so proactive about making sure I was okay.
A tired sigh rolled off my lips and I yawned. I just wanted to go home but I figured this might help get him off my case for a few days.
"I don't have anything to change into." Everything I had was damp with sweat from this morning's run. I refused to put that back on.
He shrugged like it wasn't an issue. "I will give you one of my shirts."
I frowned. "Do you happen to keep clothes here too?"
"Sometimes."
He was holding back. Now he wanted me to push. Whatever he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue.
But I didn’t…because I was scared to hear his answer.
"Will you let me help you?" he asked again.
I nodded. "Thank you," I said softly, and elation bloomed in his eyes.
"Let us go into the therapy room."
I glanced at his couch. "Can we just do it in here? That room is colder than an igloo."
He smiled, and I almost lost my breath. I hadn't seen Kova smile in what felt like ages and I missed it. I'd forgotten how much I loved seeing him like that.
"If you wish."
"I do."
He gestured with his hand. "Take a seat. Let me grab you a shirt."
I sat down and pulled at the straps of my leotard, sighing as I rolled the fabric down until it rested on my hips.
Kova glanced over his shoulder at me with a curious look on his face. His eyes dropped to my chest. I always wore a sports bra, so it was nothing he hadn't seen many times over.
"I love taking my leo off at the end of the day. It's like taking your bra off."
A chuckle rolled off his lips. "Well, I would not know how that feels, but I imagine good, yes?" He turned back to look through his things.
"It's sublime," I said. "The best feeling."
Kova pulled a duffle bag out of a drawer in his filing cabinet and ruffled through it. Without another word, he reached behind his head and cinched the fabric of his T-shirt in his hand and pulled it off. He shook his shirt out then handed it to me.
I looked away, but not before sneaking a peek of his abs. "Oh, no. I'm fine in my sports bra."
"Take it," he insisted.
"It's okay, really."
"Adrianna, take it." He waved the shirt in front of me.
I reached for it. "But what will you wear?" Slipping it over my head, I kept my arms under the shirt and removed my sports bra.
He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Nothing. I do not need a shirt."
Dropping my bra to the couch, I said, "But you can't go home without one."
He pulled back. His face twisted. "Why not? It is my home."
