SOPHIA
“Abdallah?”
His eyes flick to me through the mirror, towel around the back of his neck and hanging down the large expanse of his chest. My gaze travels to his hair, tumbling down his shoulders.
“Yeah?” His deep voice pulls me out of my reverie.
It takes me a moment to remember what I had to say. When my mind finally works, I cross my legs over on the bed and place my hands on top of knees. Then, my gaze meets his in the mirror.
“I tried to find a gym that trains girls but so far I’ve only found one and it’s . . .” I search for the right word but my brain just decides that it doesn’t want to function, so I come empty handed and make a face instead.
“You mean boxing and stuff?” He asks, brushing his unruly dark hair casually as if this is a conversation we have every day.
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