Tyler's POV
I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with this man or what he was up to, but I braced myself for anything. I clenched my fists, already preparing to break his damn teeth if he tried any funny business.
Without wasting a second, he started throwing absurd punishments at me. Push-ups, planks, all kinds of insane exercises that made every bone in my body scream. I was sweating, groaning, muscles on fire, and this guy just stood there like a damn statue, not even sparing me a pitying glance.
Then he gave me a new stance to hold, and I did my best, but of course, he wasn't satisfied. He walked over, grabbed my arm, and lifted it higher.
It was supposed to be nothing just a correction but the second his hand touched me, something weird churned in my stomach. It wasn't supposed to feel like anything. It wasn't supposed to make me tremble or feel like my body is ablaze
"Any problem?" he asked, voice casual.
"No," I said quickly, lying through my damn teeth.
