Distance

between us

is not like a store...

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TJ workedout through Friday morning at the school's gym.

He puffed out short breaths, sweat dewed his body as he took a third lap on the treadmill. The workout helped him to vent off his frustration.

All the while thinking of what was wrong with him, before switching to thinking about Chimdi.

She'd flipped her feelings like a switch with him, turning from warm to hot and now, she'd gone to dead cold. With the pace she was going, he couldn't keep up with her.

With sweat trickling satisfactorily down his tanned skin. He topped the mile, subjecting his legs to...