LORI
The second Jason walked off, my brain started chewing on itself. Workout clothes. Trainers. Was he about to drag me into a sparring match? Take me jogging until my lungs caught fire? Throw me into some secret wolf only obstacle course just to laugh at me when I tripped over something? Or worse—was this one of those sneaky “not a date but totally a date” things he did, where he pretends it’s casual but somehow it turns into him showing off and me pretending not to be impressed?
My stomach was already flipping between curiosity and suspicion, but my body was on autopilot, heading for the shower before my brain could come up with a reason to resist.
I kept replaying his smug little smirk in my head, the way he didn’t answer me, like he knew exactly how much that would drive me insa
