“If you wanted me to carry you, all you had to do was ask,” I whisper, my words barely audible as I attempt to see if I'm right. I feel her body tense just as a soft giggle meets my ears. “You're ridiculous.” “It's about time you used these muscles for good,” she says in a hushed tone and runs a hand slowly down my bicep, squeezing the hard-earned muscles with a content sigh.
