Marcus walked over with his jaw tight, eyes still fixed on where Tyler had disappeared. “You okay?” he asked, voice low but sharp. “That was out of line.”
Anger burned in my chest. I rubbed the spot where Tyler’s hand had landed, still stinging. “I’m fine,” I said, but my tone came out hard. “Who does he think he is? Touching me like that without asking. I’m not some toy on the gym floor.”
Marcus nodded, his face serious. “I’ll talk to him. That s**t doesn’t happen here. Not to you.” He paused, looking at me closer. “You sure you’re alright? We can skip the rest of today if you want.”
I shook my head. “No. I need this workout. Let’s just finish.” But inside, something had shifted. I was tired of the stares, the comments, the way some guys acted like they owned the place. I finished the
