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I hit the floor with a grunt and gasped. Air left my lungs upon the impact. I panted heavily, sweat dripping down my body. My muscles screamed with fatigue. I slowly rolled on to my knees, my head spinning. The room wouldn't stop swaying. I trembled as I fought my way to my feet. A hand on my hip steadied me. I flinched at the touch, wanting to push it away, but the hand stayed firm. I shook my head, getting rid of the fog that presided over my brain on the impact of my fall. The room stopped swaying and my breath steadied.
"I think that's enough for one day." Drake stated as he cautiously let me go. I watched as he reached behind him, the counter not to far away and snatched a towel. He offered it to me with a tight lipped grim expression. Avoiding his gaze I thanked him and wiped the gross sticky sweat from my body. After making sure I was okay, he walked over to the other side of the room. His naked back muscles rolli
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