JUSTIN'S POV
Sweat beads along my hairline, almost dripping into the corner of my eye before I wipe it away. I’m two miles into the treadmill and my earbuds just died. Exactly the kind of thing I hate.
"J, what's up with you?"
I flick a glance at Cooper on the treadmill next to me, his eyes narrowed at me. He's watching me like he's trying to figure out something.
"What?"
“You’re smiling to yourself like an i***t,” he says, tilting his chin at me. “And there’s literally nothing funny happening.”
I feel the corner of my lips twitch.
“Nothing,” I mutter, keeping my eyes glued to the mirrored wall ahead.
He snorts. “Bullshit.” He cranks up the speed. “It’s Allie, isn’t it?”
My left foot slips just slightly, and the belt yanks me backward. Heart hammering, I grab the side rails and
