LOGINI 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
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my bag until I reached my apartment door, and my fingers ached when I loosened them. For a second, I just stand here. Breathing. Letting the cold air from outside fade, letting the adrenaline settle, though it doesn’t fully. It buzzes under my skin, sharp,
Morning arrived too quickly. The soft glow of winter light filtered through the curtains in my apartment, catching on empty glasses, crumpled wrapping paper, and the quiet aftermath of the night before. Someone probably Sav had thrown a blanket over Chase at some point, though his feet still hung of







