Page 101 of The Chance

I’d had enough of watching my role be filled by someone else.

My heart was too broken—still is.

So, I found my own place. Cut ties with the guys from Sentry. Poured myself into this gym.

I was celebrating alone. Sad and desperate when that guy antagonized Lemon enough to go at him.

We made out that night—proved my face is at least bisexual, even if my dick is hung up elsewhere—and have been good friends ever since.

He swears we’re too similar, but I don’t see it.

There was never anything between us, but Lemon is hellbent on gettingsomethingto happen for me.

Forever the wingman.

One night a few months ago, I told him who I was. That I’d been harboring feelings or something for Mac when I walked away. My tail tucked. My mind muddled and my heart in pieces.

Hindsight is a bitch.

“We should stay open,” I argue and click around on the screen like I’m busy.

“Come on,” Lemon whines and wraps his bony arms around my bent elbow. “They’re having that block party tonight.”

I spare enough of a glance that I catch his bouncing brows and roll my eyes.

“No.”

“Shut up.” He releases one hand to steal the mouse and click right on the browser I was hiding from him. “Like you don’t wanna know.” He points a painted nail at the screen filled with the banner announcing As Above’s return stateside, signifying the end of their European tour.

The same one I’ve been staring at all day.

Mac’s home.

My heart flutters around an ache and I shake my head. “Nope.” I close the browser and power down the computer.

“Yes.”

I sigh.

Turn to him with intensions of shutting him down and immediately regret it.

Because he’s throwing me those big brown puppy eyes. Has his hands clasped together in a plea. Pokes out his bottom lip in a pout and I roll my eyes.

I palm his face and push him out of my way. “You can go.”

“You know I’ll just call you every two seconds.”

“I’ll turn off my phone,” I mutter as I walk the mats, turning off lights as I go.

I may not wanna go to the party As Above is throwing literally two blocks away, but Lemon has a point. This place is dead today. No one is gonna fight the masses to come to the gym tonight.

“Then I’ll show up at your door and pound until you answer.”

I spin into him and have to look all the way down my chest with how close he is. “You think I couldn’t stop you from breaking down my door?”

He shivers. “Sure you could—”

“Don’t.”

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