The "EX" Factor
Tyler exhaled sharply as he pushed himself up from the therapy bench, sweat dampening his shirt.
His muscles trembled from exertion, but he gritted his teeth and steadied himself.
Samantha stood nearby, watching him with careful eyes, ready to step in if he faltered.
“Easy,” she murmured.
He shot her a look. “I’m fine.”
She crossed her arms, one brow lifting. “You nearly collapsed last week. Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.”
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