Chapter 10
SAWYER
Thursday afternoon
Forgetting about Naomi and our agreement the next day at the gym is impossible.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
The steam isn’t just coming out of the showers when I hit the locker room. It’s coming out of my ears.
And even though the Cougars’ afternoon game is done, even though the team closed out the last inning with a win over one of the league’s toughest teams, Sevin’s old squad—the New York Fever, I can’t help but to be angry as hell that, for once, I wasn’t a part of it.
Suspension sucks.
And I start feeling it. That familiar need to fight or f**k when I get into one of these moods.
I tell myself that I can handle keeping my libido in check, that I can handle two weeks without s*x. No problem.
But every time I close my eyes, I hear Naomi
