Ending Silence

Chapter 14

Morgan's POV

I let out a sigh as I roll over in bed, for the millionth time, trying to find a comfortable position.

But I'm not tired at all. I groan. Marlow told me not to drink four cups of coffee, but of course, I didn't listen.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling while my limbs are spread out on my bed. Turning my head to the side, I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table, seeing it's just past two am.

I've been tossing and turning for two hours now.

Deciding this is useless, I sit up, getting out of bed. I change into some shorts, and a black jumper, before quietly opening my door and leaving.

Walking down the empty, dark hallway is a little creepy, but I distract my mind by trying to figure out a very difficult maths sum.

When I get to the gym, is empty again. I find it quite surprising. There are fifty people in my group alone. And there are three groups. I find it hard to believe that out of all those people, none of them has trouble sleeping at night.

I plan on tiring myself out. The quickest way to do that is to squat some weights. Should I do this at two am with no spotter? No. Am I going to do it anyway? Obviously.

Going over to the machine, I put the weight on, which isn't that much, but it's enough for me.

I lift the bar, taking a step forward before squatting down. I really hate doing these. They kill me.

Take a deep breath, I keep going.

I jump, nearly dropping the damn bar when I feel someone behind me, their hand lightly skimming against my hips.

I know it's him.

I don't know how but I just know.

I try to remain as concentrated as possible, ignoring his presence as I squat down. When I stand back up, I internally congratulate myself for doing that, for not being bothered by him.

As if jinxing myself, he suddenly places both hands on either side of my waist, effectively making my heart go crazy.

With his foot, he kicks my legs apart a bit more. He fixes a few small things about my form,  but when I squat again, is surprisingly a bit easier.

Standing back up, I decide it's no longer safe to be carrying a heavy weight on my shoulder while he distracts me by simply being here.

I step forward, putting the weight back on the rack. I put my hands by my side as I try to figure out what to do now.

I sidestep. Then sidestep again, and again. I try to keep my back turned to him at all costs as I turn around him. I get all nervous and entranced when I look at his face.

When I feel him behind me, I know my plan won't work. His hands grip my upper arm, not letting me move. I groan, subconsciously leaning back against him. "It would make everything so much more simple if you just avoided me" I sigh, knowing my words don't make sense to him.

Having feelings for the man training you to be a part of a mafia is never a good idea.

Sage turns me, and I look at his gorgeous face. It's blank of any emotion as usual,  and I grow more curious. Does he do it purposely? I've seen him smile a bit before, but he turns and hides it seconds later.

"Why do you hide your emotions?" I find myself asking. He stares. Nothing in his expression tells me he even heard me, but he had to since he was standing right there.

I turn, walking away until an idea pops into my head.

I turn around suddenly and crash into his chest. I never heard his footsteps, I assumed he was still standing where we previously were.