Chapter 22
SAWYER
Early Tuesday evening
Thirty minutes after my workout and three hours after hearing from Naomi, my body is still a wreck, twisted up in knots of nervousness as I think about what the hell I’m going to tell Sevin when all is said and done.
It’s a strange sensation when you’re living a lie. And I’ve been living one for nine years.
Nine years of keeping the truth to myself.
Learning the ins and outs of true intimacy still had its growing pains, and right now? I’m experiencing them firsthand.
Not to mention the pain I feel when my ex-teammate Lenny Rodriguez—fresh from the gym’s showers—slaps me on my bare back, passing by me in the FitTheory locker room, his laugh loud as he knocks me out of my thoughts.
“I heard your situation is getting desperate there, Saw.”
Lenn
