Zain Pov
“Why are you pissed off?” I ignored him as I laid on the bench, my hands on the bar as I did reps. It was more weight than I usually did, but I felt like I needed it today. Trying to clear my mind, even though it’s not working. I grunted, feeling the sweat beading down my body, soak my shirt through. Every pump of the bar strained my arms, my chest, and my shoulders. I could feel my arms shaking but I couldn’t stop, not yet. It wasn’t enough yet. It wasn’t working. “Hello, I asked you a question. You called me over here, made me drive here, to watch you work yourself out to death? Come on, Zain. Talk to me.” I looked up at Grayson, his hands on the bar helping support its weight as he peered down at me, his dark eyes staring at me with annoyance and confusion.
I grunted, allowi
