Villain Ch 1560. Out of Your League
Allen raised an eyebrow, wiped his forehead, and turned away.
Then came the pair near the treadmill.
Matching sports bras. Matching hair flips. One of them leaned forward way too far to check her shoelaces—directly facing him—with her cleavage practically spilling like it was a live demo. She gave a soft gasp when she realized his gaze swept in that direction, then giggled and said something to her friend, clearly not sorry.
Allen pressed his lips into a flat line.
Goddammit. Gerry was right.
Golden retriever energy was a freaking curse.
He walked back toward the bench, grabbed his towel, and threw it over his shoulder.
"I swear," Allen muttered as he approached Gerry, who was now sipping water like he was watching the world's most entertaining slow-burn rom-com. "We need to settle this. Fast."
Gerry raised an eyebrow, amused. "Settle it?"
Allen leaned forward, dropping his voice. "Yeah. This is getting annoying."
