Maya
Training with the squad was hard today. I felt stiff after the wine I’d had last night, not to mention the s*x, and I was distracted. I couldn’t get my mind off Kyle.
But I worked hard, pushing myself to my limits. I wanted to do the team proud, and I wanted to prove that it was worth it to have me around.
“Are you okay?” Samantha asked when we took a water break, and I lay down on the grass, breathing hard.
“Fine,” I said. “I’m just having a low-energy day.”
“Did you drink?” she asked. Dammit, she knew how it worked.
“Three glasses,” I admitted.
She chuckled. “It’s not a crime, but it’s easier on you physically if you don’t go there,” she said. I was starting to see that. She walked away, her ponytail swinging back and forth. I hoisted myself up from the grass and threw myself
