“Fuck, Gwen. You…” I peek over at him, and his eyes are trained on the belt below us as he shakes his head before settling on, “You have no idea how badly I needed this.” “What? To race some weird girl in the airport?” He chuckles, and my spine tingles. “No. To blow off some steam.” I glance back down and nod. “Rough day?” “Rough week.”
