It had now been two weeks since Zane had last spoken to or seen Candace. He was careful to make this intentional as he did not want to have his true feelings come through in a moment of heated passion and eventual regret. But he began to long for the scent of her perfume and the sound of her voice speaking the most mundane of words-even the way she would bite the inside of her cheek when she was unsure of what to say or how to respond to something. Instead of allowing himself the chance to run into her by happenstance, he instead channeled every ounce of repressed tension; both anger and s****l, into the workout equipment present for his use.
He managed to distract himself for hours, listening to the different punk bands he had used for his workout playlist, before being presented with
