Chapter Colin Adams
COLIN ADAMS
I don’t know what to do about Isabelle anymore. Honestly, I can’t control myself around her—and that could be my downfall. That woman unravels me, and I swear she does it on purpose.
I decided to work out, try to burn off some of this tension in my body. Luckily—or maybe unluckily—she wasn’t in the room that connects to my gym, and that alone was enough to make me feel a little relief.
I went through a few sets, but it was useless trying to get her out of my head.
Her scent, her mouth, her body—they were all still there, burned into my mind. And I had no idea how to get rid of her.
I grabbed one of the dumbbells and slammed it down onto the floor.
Confused. Angry. Losing my damn mind because I can’t control my own reactions. For me, that’s unacceptable.
I tried to refocus, forcing myself back into the rhythm of the workout. For a while, it helped. But the moment I realized that woman was standing close to me again... I lost it. My senses. My restraint. My reason. Everything.