♡ Shane ♡
The gym was unusually quiet for a Monday afternoon. Most of the regulars had already wrapped up their sessions, which left a distant echo of the occasional clang of weights and the soft hum of treadmills. I stood by the front desk, and tapped my fingers against the counter, lost in thought. Megan was ghosting me. I knew it the moment she stopped replying to my texts. I had sent her a message after the farmers market, thanking her for inviting me and asking if we could meet up again soon. She hadn’t responded. I tried calling once, but it went straight to voicemail. Since then, nothing. I had messed up. There was no other way to put it. I hadn’t been honest with her, and now I was paying the price.
“You look like someone stole your protein shake,” Caleb’s voice broke through my
