RIKA
I had been standing by the gym door for longer than I cared to admit, one shoulder against the wall, arms crossed, staring at the gap between the door and the frame like it had personally offended me. I wasn't even supposed to still be here. My jacket was already on, keys already in my pocket, mind already halfway to Gareth's corner of the city.
But then I heard Declan laugh inside, low and familiar, and my feet stopped working.
I was sick this morning. Not the fever kind though, The other kind, the kind that settled in the chest and refused to shift no matter what you did.
So finding Declan in there all over Damon wasn't exactly helping.
I pushed the door open.
The gym smelled like sweat, rubber mats, iron. Declan was in a tight grey training top, dark fitted shorts, his fair h
