I stood frozen for a second, then slowly turned.
It wasn’t Ryder.
It was Julius.
He was leaning casually against the wall, a football tucked under his arm, staring at me like I had lost my mind.
His eyes moved over me slowly. Then he raised a brow.
“Did you just run a one-million-meter race?” he asked. “Because you look like someone chased you with rogues and you lost.”
I let out a quiet breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Thank the Goddess.
If that had been Ryder… I was done for.
I forced myself to relax, wiping my forehead casually like nothing happened.
Julius wasn’t finished.
He tilted his head. “Or wait… don’t tell me you just finished a three-hour sprint on a p***y?”
I snapped my head at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
He laughed loudly and slapped my shoulder.
