He laughed. It was a rich, amused sound that echoed around the large box of a room. It broke the tension. He offered me a hand and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. Once again, I found myself baffled that I was taller than him. The way he carried himself, he made himself seem fucking huge. Made me feel like I was shrinking just for standing beside him.

"Do you lift?" I asked him, poking his bicep. The things were fucking solid. He had a broader build than mine, more football player than my swimmer physique.

"Yeah." He smirked at the way I was sizing him...