Fuse

five | regrets

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The art of eye contact. The way it's suddenly made my world come to a stop. My breathing hitch. My mouth dry up. My eyes widen. My hands sweat. My heart beat that little bit faster.

Brown. All I'm met with are the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen. Not hazel, not chestnut or copper, dark.. so dark they're almost black. His features are so.. defined. If I've ever seen a walking work of art, it's this, right here, in the flesh.

"Are you interested?" He asks, his voice husky and really freaking nice. My eyes are still wide as I stare at him in complete shock. I watch as the corners of his lips lift into the smallest smirk and he clasps his hands together in front of his chest.

I finally manage to bring myself back into reality and gulp when I realise he just spoke to me. "Wha- what?" I ask timidly and he lets out a low chuckle.

"I asked if you're interested.. in the bag?" He glances at the punching bag and then back to me. "Want a try?" I shake my head as my mouth opens and closes, not knowing whether to speak again or if I'll just come out with utter crap. "It won't bite," he says when I don't reply and I glance around the empty room before looking at him again.

"I uh, my friend is waiting for me." I mutter and he nods, running a hand through his dark brown hair. Without giving him the chance to reply I turn around and push the doors open, walking out as quickly as I can.

I spot Harlow by a bench and her eyes lift up to meet mine. "Where did you go? I was literally two minutes and I came out and you'd disappeared."

Picking my bottle up I take a large mouthful, trying to hydrate my Sahara desert mouth and she widens her eyes at the amount I seem to drink. "Woah girl, that's going to end up coming straight out the other end if you keep going at that pace," she jokes and I pull the bottle away from my mouth, fastening the top back up. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and she just laughs. "So where did you go? Find any interesting machines we could try?"

"No, nothing." I reply and she shrugs, taking a glance around the now busy room.

We spend a little while longer at the gym before deciding to leave. I change into my old clothes in the bathroom before hand, just in case Marshall is home when I get back.

Obviously I have to make up some stupid lie for Harlow and say that I was too sweaty and the clothes were making me uncomfortable. When in fact, they were comfy as hell. I could eat, sleep and breathe in those yoga pants.

Harlow doesn't really question it which I'm grateful for and we get into her car and pull away. When she drives me back we say our goodbyes and she drives away, obviously after waiting for me to walk inside my apartment building first.

She always does that.

Honestly, I don't know why because I'd probably be more safe out here than I would in my own house.

As soon as I step inside the elevator I feel sick. My stomach literally turns and my palms start sweating as I wonder whether or not Marshall will be back. I hope his company is okay and that nothing went wrong. Otherwise I'll be at the receiving end of it all, as always.

The lift opens and I take the walk down the hallway to our apartment, my heart pounding in my chest the whole way. As I reach the door I take out my keys and turn the lock, anxiously anticipating what I'll find on the other side.