Hailey and Tyler
Tyler POV
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The rhythm of my punches usually helped me clear my mind. It was so easy to get lost in the sensation of the punching bags resisting the weight of my knuckles. The sound, the rough sensation, the strain of my muscles…there was so much to focus on, my mind usually cleared right away.
Today, though, nothing seemed to be working.
Her face haunted my every thought. Her perfect, soft, smiling face. The way her eyes sparkled with humor whenever she teased me back. The way she glowed when she talked about Derek.
Derek.
I hit the punching bag again, especially hard this time. It swung in a wide arc before coming back again. I followed up with a huge haymaker, and the chain it was attached to shuddered.
Derek. Th
