Shattered Vows
“Which reminds me, Jenna’s picking me up soon to go home, shower, change. You don’t have to drop me back.”
His face shifts. It turns expressionless.
I ask if something’s wrong, but the gym door swings open behind us and every molecule in the air shifts like it just remembered how to feel heat.
Jenna is wearing tight, high-waisted shorts, and a cropped tank that hugs every curve as if it were made for her body. Her long wavy hair was up, her skin glowed, and the glint in her hazel-green eyes indicated that she knew exactly what she was doing.
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