What I Never Knew I Needed

Ch. 20 - Green Eyes

Green Eyes - Arlo Park

"But you gotta trust how you feel inside. And shine, and shine."

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Y/N's POV

I woke up hella early the next day. Call it excitement to leave or anxiousness, I don't know, but I was feeling it. It was 7:30am when I unfolded myself from the couch and looked at the time. I had gotten up an hour ago to use the restroom and had been laying in silence ever since. I tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use.

I got up and checked my phone. I had a couple of emails but I refused to do any work on my break. Plus, my mind and anxiety would never let me anyways. Not today at least.

I decided to do one of the only things that I knew would help my racing thoughts. I walked into the bedroom, pulled out some of my favorite gym leggings, sports bra and a cut-off t-shirt that I made out of an old softball shirt and put them on. I pulled my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, grabbed my air pods and headed out the door.

The drive to the gym was short. I haven't gone to the gym very often since I retired from competitive sports. I loved it once I was there, but it was almost impossible to talk myself into getting off the damn couch and actually going. Since this was a true fact and I didn't know when I would be back, I decided to do a quick, one hour full body session. Enough to exhaust myself, but not enough to be ungodly sore for my trip. That would be terrible.

I was about forty-five minutes into my workout and was now dripping sweat off my arms and forehead. I grabbed my hand towel and wiped it off as much as I could, but it really didn't help all that much. Wrapping up my workout, I finished with an ab circuit and a fifteen minute jog on the treadmill to break up the lactic acid so I wouldn't be so sore afterwards.

I was not someone who could run for miles and miles. I always admired those who could, but a five mile run was not for me. I would rather lift weights and jog on the treadmill as a cool down at the end.

As I was finishing my jog, I noticed I got a text from Evan. I slowed the speed down to a walk, wiped my sweat again with the towel, and picked up the phone to open the message and noticed there was a picture sent along with the message.

Evan: Isn't this your jacket...?

I read the message, then tapped on the picture so I could zoom in and see it better. A smile formed on my face as I could tell that yes, it indeed was my jacket. The jacket I gave her the night we met when I noticed she was freezing.

The picture was of Lizzie walking down the street with an iced coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. She was wearing my black leather jacket with a plain white t-shirt underneath, black jeans, and sunglasses.

The picture looked like it was taken by some paparazzi that she either didn't notice, or was ignoring all together.

Either way, she looked damn good.

I typed my reply back to my nosey little brother

Me: It does appear to be my jacket.

Evan: That's insane! You didn't tell me you gave her your jacket!

Me: Lol, sorry, E. I promise when I update you on my life in the future, I will add more details.

Evan: You fucking better!

I smiled at the response and put the phone back down and kept walking.

I couldn't help but let my mind drift back to that night by the river...