Avery’s pov

I stayed on the mat long after the door closed behind him. My legs still felt the shape of his hands. The stretch position had left an ache deep in my hips that refused to fade. When I finally forced myself up, the training room felt too quiet, like it was waiting for whatever came next.

Morning light cut across the floor when I returned the next day. Dominic was already there, but the room looked different. Extra cameras stood on stands around the trampoline. One faced the front. Another sat lower, angled upward. A third waited off to the side. He didn’t look at me when I...