Chapter Eight
Hudson
I’d nearly forgotten about my basketball game with Hayden today. We always go to the gym after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but Gracie has crowded everything else out of my mind. At least, that"s my excuse for why Hayden handed me my ass today. Not that I can tell him so.
“Dude, where did your game go to die?” Hayden laughs as we get changed in the locker room after. He"s been nice enough to remind me—several times—about how many matches I just lost. “What"s with you lately?”
“Right now, it"s the fact that you won"t put your f*****g pants on,” I reply. While I got dressed right away, he dawdled after his shower to keep making fun of me. There"s several other men ambling around the locker room in their towels, but Hayden is the only one who"s hovering near my ben
