#Chapter105
He laughed. It was a rich, amused sound that echoed around the large box of a room. It broke the tension. He offered me a hand and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. Once again, I found myself baffled that I was taller than him. The way he carried himself, he made himself seem fucking huge. Made me feel like I was shrinking just for standing beside him.
/"Do you lift?/" I asked him, poking his bicep. The things were fucking solid. He had a broader build than mine, more football player than my swimmer physique.
/"Yeah./" He smirked at the way I was sizing him up. /"I try and get a few sessions in a week./"
