The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor and the rhythmic thud of basketballs echoed around me as I moved from where I had finished my training to go and rest somewhere more suitable.
I sat on the bleachers, picking at the edge of my gym shorts as the rest of the class ran laps and stretched. Coach Madison’s loud voice barked instructions, and everyone scrambled to obey.
I had no energy for gym today—or for anything, really. Watching from the sidelines gave me too much time to think, and my eyes kept straying to Elvis.
He was on the far side of the gym, his movements fluid as he jogged across the court. His hair was slightly damp with sweat, and he wore that focused expression he always had when he was concentrating.
It made my chest tighten.
I missed him.
