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The reminder makes me nauseated. Or maybe I have the workout to thank for that.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m not dead, so that’s something.”

He runs his gaze over me—quick, assessing—and I’m glad he can’t see just how much my quads are burning right now. My pride couldn’t handle it. “I told you to take it slow.”

I shrug. “I’m fine. You don’t need to protect me.”

He narrows his eyes