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“Pucking dick,” Marcus corrects before I feel hands press on my shoulders. One glance and I realize it’s Marcus who’s standing behind me protectively. He leans in to whisper to Jayce. “Don’t cross the line, Winchester. Mock your own team of Pincers, but mess with the Vipers by making fun of their sexuality, and you won’t be very happy when we finally make a strike.”

The silence around us is deafening as everyone hears exactly what Marcus said.

“Let’s lift,” Felix encourages and is now on my left, his hand taking mine. “Time to watch my boyfriend beat at least eighty percent of you douches.”

“B-Boyfriend?” Oscar growls.

I’m still processing what he just said.

“WHAT?” I gasp and squeeze his hand. “You two are dating? Like DATING dating?”

“Might as well become a speakerphone, Mikay,” he teases, and I blush.

“You’re even calling me Mikay like Dimitri!” I gasp and tug his hand so we’re heading to the weight area. “You guys get five solid minutes to spill all the tea, crumpets, and all that sweet goodness before I kick your asses.”

“Your confidence amazes me,” he announces but lowers his voice so I can hear. “Don’t let what Jayce said to get to you.”

I give him a look, and he bobs his head in encouragement.

“As long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter, right?”

“Right,” I whisper. “Thanks, Felix.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Dimitri calls out. “Felix. Come help me set up this shit.”

“I thought you lift,” Felix taunts but lets go of my hand to help his boyfriend.

New boyfriend. Ah! Wait till I tell Mack.

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“FUCK,” Dimitri curses. “Nah, I’m out. I can’t deadlift 250 lbs. I won’t be able to walk.”

“Damn!! Only Johnson is left,” Marcus groans. “Mikayla, if you wanna admit defeat, just say so. I don’t want Captain kicking my ass and breaking my cock because I let you get hurt.”

“Aww. Look at you guys. All protective,” I tease as I chill on a bench with my empty bottle of pre-workout. I’m dripping sweat like everyone else here, but I’m bubbling in excitement because it’s me, Jayce, and Oscar left.

“Up the weight,” I encourage.

“Nurse Johnson! You mad?” Ethan asks in horror.

“I’m gonna call Maddox so we can get him to convince her that this is madness,” Clayton reveals.

“If you think my bestie is gonna listen to her man when it comes to deadlifting, y’all dumb as fuck.”

I laugh. Mack is back with Wyatt in tow. One look and I know they did something because my feisty bestie is in an excellent pucking mood.

And Wyatt is wearing his top backward.

“Bitch, we’re back,” she hums. “What weight are you guys at?”

“Upping to 260 lbs.,” I reply and add, “Wyatt, your shirt is backward.”

“What?” He blinks and looks down to see I’m right. “Aww, fuck.”

A few of the guys whistle.

“Our equipment manager’s getting bold these days,” Liam encourages.

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