I was still bent over the weight bench, with my twisted leggings, and my fingers were slick between my thighs, when I heard the footsteps.
My blood turned to ice.
I scrambled up immediately, and began yanking my leggings back into place with my shaking hands, then wipe my face with the hem of my hoodie.
My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. I tried to look normal, look like I'd just been working out, like I hadn't just been touching myself in desperation while he f****d someone else down the hall.
I looked as normal as I could. Then, the gym door handle turned.
It rattled, locked.
I'd locked it.
"Scarlett."
His rough, tired and wrecked voice came off.
"I know you're in there."
My stomach dropped through the floor.
Jax.
"Open the door."
I couldn't move. Cou
