Grayson's POV

At seven-fifteen on a Saturday morning, I was pinned to the floor by a nine-year-old who weighed sixty-three pounds.

"Your form is wrong," Baron said. He had both knees on my shoulders and was explaining this with complete seriousness. "You're not distributing weight correctly."

"Baron. I'm twice your size."

"That's not the point. The point is technique." He shifted, demonstrating. "See? If I adjust here —"

"You've been awake for forty ...