MasukI go back out for one more run. That has been the plan anyway. One final lap session before calling it a day and leaving the bike alone until tomorrow. But once I get back on and roll out onto the track, something shifts. I've stopped thinking. Stopped rehearsing speeches, stopped wondering if I’ve
The next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
JenThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa in Uptown Dallas, painting warm golden streaks across the rumpled white sheets of this huge king-size bed. I stretch slowly beneath the blankets, still tangled in the comfort of sleep, my hair spreads messily ac
The next morning, I find myself standing outside The Crow’s Nest with a strange feeling twisting in my chest. Nostalgia. For months, this place felt so foreign to me, and now it’s so familiar it’s almost like a second home. During the worst of my memory loss, this café became one of the few constant
“Well, hello there,” she murmurs. My eyes slowly travel over hers, where she lies across her hotel bed. “Jesus, Jen.” “What?” “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.” Heat creeps into her cheeks. Then I smirk slightly, thinking that I should take some advantage of this. “Strip for
Later that evening, Jen finally got back to her hotel room and managed to call me half an hour after she texted me saying she was on her way to her hotel room. The second the call came through, I can’t answer it quick enough. She must be exhausted after the day she’s had. The entire day must feel so







