Miles
“I told you she’s a genius—it’s insane. She beats me at chess every single time,” Gavin said as we walked out of the gym.
“She didn’t come out to swim with the others. Think she’s overwhelmed?” I asked.
“Cheryl’s introverted. She’s probably either napping or drawing,” he replied.
“She draws?” I asked, surprised.
Gavin stopped walking, gave me a look, then laughed. “Is she really your wife?”
“f**k off,” I said, brushing past him and heading to my room.
When I opened the door, Chris was lounging on my couch, scrolling through his phone.
“Chris, find Cheryl for me,” I said, already unzipping my gym bag to grab a towel.
“Sure thing, sir,” he replied, standing and leaving the room without question.
I showered quickly, changing into sweatpants as I dried my hair with a towel. I
