“Tell me how you got us here.” My studio was on the first floor, the infirmary was on the fourth, and the lift was currently under maintenance. “I carried you.” He answered so matter-of-factly it took a minute for his words to sink in. “You carried me up three flights of stairs?” Broad shoulders lifted in a shrug. “It was my strength training for the day.” A vague recollection of strong arms and pounding footsteps floated through my brain but vanished as quickly as it surfaced. I couldn’t tell if it was an actual memory or a fantasy brought about by his words. Either way, it made the room feel
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