My heart sank and I swallowed hard.

Signe

My mind had completely shifted from her, to Mark.

My mind was now focused on hiding my attraction to him, and the fact that I took him last night.

I felt a shiver go down my spine as I stared at my phone, taunting me.

I picked it up and sighed. "Damn.."

I suddenly felt guilty.

"Ok." I texted back.

I opened Twitter and typed.

It's hard for me to say this but a couple of months ago, Signe and I went our separate ways. This was not an easy decision to make. Sometimes people change and life moves on in different directions. We would really appreciate respect and privacy on this topic moving forward and not gossip or spread rumors.

Thankyou!

I sighed and pressed send. It felt a bit harsh and unrelenting. "Comin?" I heard Marks deep voice from the doorway, I turned and saw him holding his jacket.

I slumped. "Yeah; just told the world Signe and I broke up."

His face softened and he walked toward me, and grabbed me for a hug.

"I'm sorry man" his arms felt like pure bliss in this time of needing him.

He pulled back and looked at me. His hand on my shoulder still, his brown eyes concerned. "So, it's over then? Did she wanna try and work it out?"

I sighed and grabbed my PMA jacket off the chair and we started walking towards the front door. "I asked if she wanted to. But..."

We reached the door and Mark opened it, and we stepped outside into the fresh air. It was warmer than I thought it would be. I didn't even know what time it was.

"She didn't seem like she wanted to?" He added, locking the door behind us.

I nodded and ran a hand threw my hair. I heard the door click, and Mark sighed. "I'm sorry man, that sucks."

I shrugged. It did suck, I loved Signe. We just didn't want the same things. "Really hope we can stay friends,"

"Me too." Mark said, giving me a half smile and jerking his head toward his car, as if to say 'let's go'.

We walked to the car in silence. I realized I was carrying my jacket, and didn't need it. The feeling of the warm sun on my arms and hair made my spirits brighten.

I know Signe was hurting. It hurt me to know that. We've been through a lot together; our relationship just didn't feel right.

We reached the car and my emotions were already in a mishap. I opened the door and got in. The car smelled of Mark and the musk he always wears.

Mark settled in the driver's seat and smiled at me. It was refreshing and heart stopping. Made me breathless.

Does he not remember? Or is he hiding it?

My mind flew. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable; I was shaking. I felt wrong; like some sort of pervert that takes advantage of drunk women in a sorority party.

I felt sick.

Mark was already halfway down the street when I shifted back into reality. My ears were ringing and his voice sounded far away.

He was smiling at a joke he told and looked over to see if I thought it was funny. I stared into the street as I felt the car halt to a slow stop.

"Hey, you alright?" His deep voice was soft and concerned. I felt his hand on my arm and it comforted me a bit.

I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding in. I looked down and realized I was gripping my jacket in my hands. My knuckles slowly returned to their natural pink color instead of white.

I shook my head. "No," I looked at him and his eyes filled with worry.

He waited. "I uhm. I don't want to talk about it yet." I whispered.

I felt him tighten his grasp on my arm comforting me and let go. "As long as you're ok. Breakups are hard." He put his hand back on the wheel. He looked at me again but didn't say anything. Just gave me half a smile. He was sincere.

Only if you knew Mark.

I stared out the window for what felt like years. The grass was less green; dry. Mark cleared his throat and started to talk.

"I had a strange dream last night." He murmured as he checked his mirrors for traffic and pulled into the side lane.

My stomach flipped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he shifted in his seat as if he was uncomfortable. "And?" I teased.

"I was having sex," he coughed.

I started laughing. "Okay. You don't seem like you wanna tell me about your wet dream."

He cleared his throat again and shook his head. "Ya know, you're right. Maybe now isn't a good time." He didn't look at me. I just chuckled awkwardly and pulled my phone out.

My twitter feed was filled with rumors, sympathy, and shit talk. I groaned and turned it off.

Not right now.

We pulled into an almost empty parking lot with a huge building.

Velocity 5

Never heard of it. "Where are we?" I asked Mark as he put the car in park. He grabbed his phone and wallet and looked at me smirking. "Oh, just wait."

I stepped out of the car and realized how cold the inside of the car was. I felt like I was defrosting in the hot La weather.

We walked together towards the giant grey brick building. It had no advertisements to give me hints as to what this place was. Mark opened the blacked-out door and ushered me inside.

The place was covered with foam pits, trampolines, rock climbing walls, the works. "Holy jeezus." I said in my most Irish accent.

Mark laughed and we walked up to the desk. The girl behind it was y'all, very skinny, lanky almost. Her blonde thin hair touched her bellybutton, and her T-shirt had the company logo on it. She must have been early 20's.

She stared at Mark, almost drooled. We bought our admission, and I pretty much snapped at her when I repeated myself because she was too busy eyeing Mark. Mark widened his eyes at me as we walked away. "What was that about?"

I rolled my eyes, "She wouldn't even look at me. Customer service much."

Mark cleared his throat and snickered.

We walked over to a bench where we met the guys. Bob, wade, Ethan and Tyler were all here getting socks on and chatting. We were welcomed in a group "Heeyyyy!"

"This place is epic," I said looking around. It wasn't packed, (Thank God) but there were a few gymnast looking people training, and people rock climbing.

"You wore jeans?" Ethan pointed to my usual black skinnies. "Well," I turned to Mark who was hopping trying to put on his socks. "He didn't tell me!"

Mark put his hand on my shoulder trying to put his socks on. His hand felt like fire.

"Well sorrryyyy I wanted it to be a surprise."

He took his hand away and stood, tying the strings of his sweats tighter. "Here, I have extra." Ethan handed me a pair of black gym shorts. "Thanks dude!" I exclaimed. I searched for a bathroom and eyed one down by the concession stand. I grabbed the company socks and walked toward it.

Once inside I checked to see if I was alone. I let out a gasp of air I didn't realize I was holding. I touched my shoulder where Marks hand was. It tingled. The effect he has on me...

I changed into my shorts and socks and was already bulging. Fuck. From him touching me?

I've gotta get this off my chest. I have to tell Mark I'm in love with him.