After that day when the police almost caught us, I told myself it had to stop. No more sneaking around with Marcus. I would focus on the workouts for real this time. Get the weight off, fix things with Ryan, and leave the mistakes behind. But every time I saw Ryan walk through the door, something stirred inside me. Maybe it was because he refused to touch me. His hands stayed in his pockets, his eyes on his phone. That emptiness made me ache, and the only person who filled it was Marcus.
We tried to keep it professional at first. But the moment we met at my place when Ryan was out of town for a meeting, it happened again. I opened the door in my workout clothes, and Marcus looked at me the way he always did. We didn’t even make it to the home gym. He pulled me close in the hallway, hands
