Chapter 181 : The Smell Of Stale Sweat.

HAYDEN’S POV

The smell of stale sweat and cheap floor wax in the locker room usually cleared my head, but today, it just tasted like fucking copper.

I leaned back against my locker, adjusting my shin guards with slow, deliberate tugs, keeping my eyes locked on the far corner of the room.

Ryan...

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