Elena’s POV

I arrived at the gym ten minutes early.

My keys were already in my hand before I even turned off the car. Metal cool against my palm, heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I’d spent the day restless. Classes dragged, lunch sat untouched in my bag, my roommate kept asking why I looked like I was running a fever. I wasn’t sick. I was wired. Every time I shifted in my seat or crossed my legs I felt the phantom ache from the leg press, the way Marcus had left me strapped down and dripping, denied for the third night in a row....