This looks fun. Something supernatural seems to be afoot, but PE class is far more pressing! The only things I would change is ditching the comma after “shoulders” in the first line and add an “a” before “petering”.
This is from a chapter I am far from posting in my trilogy:
His body sang with delight and he wanted to cry out Yes, of course, but the words that gurgled up from his throat and skittered from his tongue were not words at all. The gentle press of her thumb on his lips soothed his confusion; he did not need to speak if she did not ask it. Her hand slid down to cup his neck and delight swept any lingering regret at his ineptitude when he felt how his pulse nudged the tips of her thumb and forefinger. Tears of gratitude stung his eyes with every beat of his heart as hers to claim, every breath belonging to her as it left his parted lips. It was all he had left to give and it was enough.
“The burden of self is too heavy to bear alone,” her quiet voice filled him until all he could do was listen. The room, the doctor watching them without ever directly looking at them, the smoldering glee from the demon on the other side of the glass, it all fell away in the distance as her voice wrapped around his mind like a soft blanket, warm and so very tight. “To live without the burden of a listless self is to be gifted with clear purpose. I am with you to bear your load and lead you to meaning.”
The comforting weight on his neck pressed down and his head swam with a tingling lightness. Of course, he wanted to shout. Of course he was her will. The nothing fogged up around him, thick and heavy, blotting out the light. What a beautiful purpose to be given.