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I peeled off my blazer and changed into my white short-sleeved PE tee, which clung slightly to my figure, and forest green shorts that skimmed my thighs. I laced up my running shoes, brushed out my hair, and grabbed my water bottle.

I pushed open the door and came to an abrupt stop.

Wallace stood just outside the locker room, leaning casually against the opposite wall. Hands in his pockets, eyes downcast, and posture far too relaxed for someone who'd clearly been waiting.

There was no one else around. Which meant... he'd been waiting for—

A quiet gasp escaped before I could stop it. I stepped back instinctively, bumping into the door behind me.

He looked up slowly, deep blue eyes locking onto mine.

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