Derrick flicked his wrists, skipping over the rope. One, two, three … with sweat beading on his forehead, dribbling down his back, and the wonderful burning sensation snaking up his thighs. Pushing felt so good and on easy days he had to restrain himself.
Across the gym, Connor moved slowly and seemed like he could hardly lift…
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