What is wrong with me? Kissing her? Was that the best idea? No, of course not. Leah had shown me five years ago that I was not her top priority. She’d agreed to go to Atlanta without even thinking about how it would affect us. What it would mean to me. Now she seemed to be working her way back into my system slowly one day at a time. I needed to stay away. I could not go through that again. As I added more weight to the bar, I continued to berate myself, and laid back down on the bench. I’d already done more bench presses than I should have, but I needed to get her out of my system. The more I thought about her, the angrier I was getting. How dare she kiss me like that. How dare she come back here and think that she can just pretend like nothing happened. I lifted the bar off its supports and released a hiss, “one” I need to stay away. “Two,” maybe I just need to give in. “Three,” she looked so good in those shorts. “Four,” her legs wrapped around me were definitely my undoing.
