Chapter 27

Before I could figure it out she looked away. She flung a tank top over her body and dragged out her skinny jeans. She carefully raised her injured leg and wore a leg, she tried with the other but hesitated. I moved quickly, eager to lend a hand, my hand held her waist lifting her slightly above the ground.

Our gazes connected in the mirror and she looked away and I tried not to focus on the tingles trespassing.

She wore the other leg gently, and I dropped her carefully. She wore a black fitted jacket and stuffed her training clothes into a small bag. She turned after locking the locker. Before she took a step, I carried her again, bridal style. She didn't protest and I was glad.

We had left the locker and gaited to the exit when she gazed up at me. "Could you stop by Vince's office? I can't just leave, I have to get permission"

Permission? From Vince?

The thought of my mate seeking permission enraged me. This gym literally belonged to her. Black Blood