“Oh, sorry,” I stammered, looking up.
My face turned red as I realised the person I'd walked into was Miguel. He was technically still on sick leave, and with everything that went down the day before, I hadn’t expected to see him.
“Leah,” he said, softly.
“Hey. Sorry.”
“It's okay.”
I wanted to run. The ache of what I'd done to him coursed through my veins so fast I could hardly stand it. But my feet were rooted to the spot. I stared at him, those big brown eyes expressing no hint of malice. Just pure pain.
“You seemed to be in a hurry,” he said, breaking the silence.
“I was,” I answered. “I had a fight with-”
I trailed off, realising Miguel was not the best person to tell.
“Will?” he finished. “He'll get over it.”
I shrugged, unwilling to debate my unfaithfulness with the man I'd cheated on.
It felt unnatural to be near to him and not be touching him. We were always holding hands, or hugging and the distance felt wrong. His hand twitched involuntarily, like he thought the same thing.
“Leah,” he began, but his eyes darkened.
It wasn't until I felt electricity surge through me as two warm hands rested on my waist that I realised why.
“Excuse me,” Radleigh said, as he stepped around me, his hands lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.
I shot him a glare. His timing was unbelievable. As I turned to look at Miguel again, I saw him walking away.
“Sorry,” Radleigh said. “Did I interrupt something?”
His tone wasn't entirely genuine, but I was too disheartened to yell at him. With tears in my eyes, I looked up at him. “Go to hell.”
I took one last glance at the retreating figure of Miguel, then turned and began to walk down the steps.
“Leah, wait,” Radleigh said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
“Let go of me,” I said, but he didn’t.
“Come with me.”
He led me downstairs to the locker room and sat me down on one of the benches.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Saving you from sitting alone in your office feeling guilty,” he replied, taking a seat beside me.
“Unless you can turn back the clock, you can’t help me.”
“Even if I could, I wouldn't.”
Funny how two people can view the exact same event in different ways.
“Everyone's talking about us. They all think we slept together.”
He smiled. “We did.”