He’s stiff and is moving like he’s in pain or trying to avoid pain. It’s not normal for him, I just hope no one else notices and asks him about it. I’m distracted by watching him and end up snapping myself with one of the bands. “Albrooke, you alright?” The doctor comes over to check on me, eyeing the welt I now have on my thigh. Preston lifts an eyebrow at me, then licks his bottom lip when I pull my shorts up to look at the red welt. “I’m fine.” I flush but continue on with my workout.
