Chapter Seven
“So, you took my advice,” Beckett hops on the treadmill next to me.
I look to my left. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Demi? Your lucky charm.”
I whip my head behind me to make sure no one is around. “We've come to an agreement, yes.” I up my incline.
“That's what I heard. You couldn't commit to trying a relationship?”
I distort my face so he knows I think he's crazy as f**k. “I'm not a relationship type of guy. Don't enter the jewelry store unless you're buying a ring.”
“You really need to work on your idioms.”
“Do you not understand what I'm saying?” I click up another level on my incline, my thighs already feeling the usual burn.
“I get what you're saying because I'm your friend, but—”
“You do know you're in a relationship, right?”
Beckett glances o
