, and focused on the present. But the gym was a place that held memories of him-of their secret connection, the st

room. Her breath caught in her throat. The gym had always been their place of secret meetings, their space to s

ection, Lucas was already looking away, his jaw clenched, his focus entirely on his workout, but not really focuse

o break. It wasn't that they didn't care anymore-it was the opposite. The feelings were still there, buried

f to focus on her workout, pretending that the uncomfortable lump in her throat didn't exist. She could feel his presence behind her, but it f

ilently fighting the temptation to acknowledge the other, to s