Maddox:
The gym lights flickered to life as I stepped inside, early enough that the place was completely empty. Just the way I liked it.
Today felt different.
I tossed my hoodie on the bench and got right to work, stretching out my shoulders before heading for the pull-up bar. The routine was muscle memory by now—but my chest was buzzing with something new.
Excitement.
Jules was supposed to be here any minute.
And this time, I had something for her.
After everything that happened yesterday—after seeing the pain in her eyes when she brought up the games—I wanted to show her just how serious I was. That I wasn’t hiding her. That she mattered, she matteres to me.
So I’d had an extra jersey made. My number on the back. Her name on the front. Black and crimson. Absolutely perfect fo
