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Okay, on one hand this at least tells me he doesn’t know about me and Callie. It’s fucking awkward, but he doesn’t know and now I might be able to clear things up with Callie.
“Because you cornered me in the hallway and forced me to come work out. You’re supposed to be hungover.”
I try not to put all my attention on Callie’s reaction to avoid looking suspicious, but I can’t help but hold my breath until I see her shoulders drop and her features relaxing a little bit.
Adam simply waves off my response. “You’re being dramatic. I don’t care what you said, we're running at least five if you don’t have anyone to get back to.”
This fucker.
“Okay, well who won’t be running any miles is me. I came down for the yoga class, needed to work out some tension.” Callie gives me a small smirk. “But I’ll leave you two to it.”
Her voice sounds lighter now, and while this isn’t how I wanted this morning to go, at least she knows that I didn’t willingly leave her this morning.
“How long is your class?” I ask in what I hope is in a normal tone and not sounding super desperate.
“I think about an hour.” She shrugs.
An hour, okay, I can do five miles in an hour. I think.
I attempt it, at least. I fucking push as hard as I can because the moment, the very second I hit five, I’m done. Callie’s class ends five minutes early as I’m just short of five when she gives me and Adam a little wave when she walks by.
Pouring sweat, I’m nearly dying from going full throttle from the very start, but as my distance reads 5.0 miles, I’m done.
I heave heavily, as I slow my speed down. “Alright, I’m done.”
“Jesus, man, if you didn’t want to run that bad, you could have just said so.” There’s a dose of sarcasm in his voice that I don’t care to entertain.
“Fuck you,” I huff and walk out with my hands folded over my head. I swear if my ears weren’t ringing, I’d heard Adam laughing at me.
Chapter 25
Callie
I’ve never been more thankful for yoga in my life. I normally can’t stand it, but when I woke up completely alone this morning, I welcomed the torturous distraction.
I don’t exactly know how Adam forced Will into a run, but when Will said that sentence I was relieved. I found the tea he made this morning, but there was no note or text so I wasn’t exactly sure if the tea was an act of remorse or gratitude.
I was a little bummed when I got out of class and Will was still on the treadmill. I’m not sure how much of the five miles my brother had left but it looked like they were going pretty hard.
After refilling my bottle, I hop on one of my barstools and gulp some water down. I might not have been doing straight cardio, but I definitely worked up a sweat. Yoga is sneaky like that.
I gamble that I have time to take a shower before they get done. Granted, Will might not have plans to come see me after…
We didn’t exactly decide on a game plan last night, but the sex was pretty spectacular. Or, at least I thought it was.
Okay, sitting and dwelling on the status of Will’s thoughts about last night is not going to help me. I’m going to shower andwhen I emerge, I willnotbe that girl who sees Will and asks, “What are we?”
I hop off my stool and head to the shower just as there’s a knock on my door. I know it has to be him because Adam would have barged in already.
Butterflies tingle my stomach as I turn my doorknob.Deep breath, Callie. He’s just a guy.
I open the door and see Will leaning on the wall, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry,” he rasps as he walks in.
“Ya going to make it? You’re breathing a little heavy. Aren’t you an athlete?” I tease with a chuckle bubbling out of me.
A sweaty Will sits down on the stool I just got up from and picks up my drink. “Please tell me this is water.”
“It is.” Shutting my door, I make my way over to the barstool next to him as he downs the remainder of my drink. “Did Adam not let you bring water?”
