Henry's POV
After the ECG, Kenny was asked to move to the other side of the room, while I followed with his shirt in my hand. The cables were still attached to his body, just removed from the machine, and placed on another one beside a treadmill.
"Please run at full speed for a minute, then for one minute comfortably, then speed up again, and so on." The girl said, and I snorted internally.
He could run much faster than the treadmill could take.
After she popped her gum bubble, she motioned to a seat in the corner while looking at me.
"You can sit here..."
I would get a better look at him from that spot, so I accepted her offer—I still did not like her.
With Kenny's shirt in my hands, I sat down, watching him run. When he sped up a bit—not as much as he could, but a bit—he winked at me, and I broke into a grin.
So fucking handsome.
