JUSTIN’S POV
Allison needs time, and I should give her that. I know I should. But my thoughts won’t give me the same courtesy. Even here in the gym, surrounded by noise and movement, she’s the only thing on my mind.
I load the cable row and slide my AirPods in, “Dark Red” by Steve Lacy bleeding softly into my ears as I grip the handle. I pull, the tension biting back, my muscles burning but it does nothing to quiet my head.
I shouldn’t be thinking about calling her.
I pull again.
I shouldn’t have slept with her that night.
I pull again.
She was vulnerable, and I should have stopped it. Not doing that was on me.
I pull again.
Will she ever talk to me again, or did I finally ruin everything?
Fuck. Allison shouldn’t have looked at me like that.
I lose every time she does, every ti
