ALEXANDER’S POV
I saw her before she saw me.
She was finishing up on the treadmill, wiping her forehead with a towel, cheeks flushed from the run or maybe from earlier. Either way, she looked good. Natural. Real.
And mine.
Even if she didn’t fully know it yet.
I walked over, arms crossed, leaning casually against the machine next to hers. She yanked her earbuds out, looked up at me, and raised a brow.
“What?” she asked, clearly suspicious.
I smirked. “So… helping a stranger stretch is officially off-limits now?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Oh my God. Are you seriously bringing that up?”
“I mean, you practically stormed across the gym like a jealous girlfriend and threw a shirt at me.”
“It wasn’t a storm.”
“It was definitely a storm.”
She groaned, grabbing her water bottle a
