Buzz!

"Let go of me...!"

"Absolutely not...!"

Chris's grip on the wheelchair's leg frame left me unable to move forward.

Her strength was incredible. She did mention working out regularly at her company gym, and her well-toned figure was proof enough. While I hadn’t gotten a good look at her abs beneath her occasionally rolled-up shirt, it was clear she had a taut, muscular core.

It made sense—this was the same Chris who could easily lift me without breaking a sweat. Just now, she wasn’t even trying to push me back; she was merely holding her ground.

I was so …