Fantine

The morning after the hospital incident felt like walking through a minefield because Riley didn't let me out of his sight for a single hour, and instead of taking me to the PR office or the student lounge, he dragged me straight to the private athletic training facility at the back of the campus where the heavy mats were laid out and the smell of old leather and sweat was thick in the air.

He had already changed into a pair of gray training shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the heavy muscles of his back, and the way he was wrapping his hands with black cotton...