Andrew was tired. Physically, he had pushed himself to his limits. It was a good feeling, this exhaustion, but there was apparently another engine inside of him that had only formed after he had become an alpha.
He hadn't been able to scratch the itch that he wanted.
It was hard to grapple with that, but now that he had tired himself out physically, at least he would be too exhausted in that regard to do anything. He showered at the gym, cleaning himself off of all the grime before checked his phone.
He had only checked Michael's other text after he had arrived at the gym. He had been too emotional to check it before, but once he had, it was clear that Michael was having the same thoughts that Maxwell was having.
