read me. She’s the only one who really gets me.
My eyes open, and I realize I’d fallen asleep. Tonight’s the cookout and our game of ball. I’m not even nervous about going to the neighborhood again. Well, kind of. A knock sounds on my front door and I wonder if that’s what woke me up. I look at my alarm clock, and it shows five in the morning. Who would be here this early? I climb out of bed and trudge down the stairs. The clothes I shredded last night all over the living room. Guess I need to pick those up and probably do some laundry. When I open the door, the most beautiful sight is before me.
“Wanna go for a run?”
I can’t take my eyes off the bag of goodies she’s holding. My stomach growls, and she laughs. “I haven’t had Betty’s Bakery’s awesomeness for years.” I lick my lips and finally my eyes move down and then back up her body. Holy shit, has she changed. Her tennis shoes are white, lined in a pink ribbon. Her shorts are well, really short, pink to match and then a white workout tank that cuts off just under her breasts, which are much bigger and more defined in this top, exposing her smooth skin and flat stomach. That damned belly button piercing is gonna drive me crazy.
She places her hand flat on my chest and pushes me back. “Not so fast, tiger. Running first, coffee and goodies after.” Coffee too? Damn! “Go get changed.”
I laugh as I walk backwards into the living room. “What? I can’t go in my pajama pants?” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs as she shakes her head. “Fine. You have a strong argument.” I turn and run up the stairs and get changed in a flash, brush my teeth and run my fingers through my hair, then put my knee brace on. When I walk downstairs, I stop on the last step and just stare. She’s in my living room, hands flat against the wall by the front door, stretching. In her short shorts, her legs seem to go on forever. The muscles in them flexing and my already hard on grows when she bows her back, her head tilting back. Thank fuck, her eyes are closed, or she’d catch me staring.
“Quit looking at me,” she says, her lips opening and closing upside down. How the fuck? She pulls herself back up and turns around, smiling. “I’ve always been able to read you like a book, Jase.” Okay, this is getting creepy. She laughs. “Okay, come on. Let’s hit the road. You’re wastin’ time, Briggs.”
I lower my head, shaking it as I chuckle, and then look back up. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got, Spencer.” She gives me a smirk as she opens the door, and I walk down the last step then stride through the living room, walking passed her. I do my normal routine of stretching against the porch railing and then jog down the front steps and start into my run. She’s quick to run up beside me and smiles when I look over at her.
We ran until I turned off onto the dirt road. She’s kept up pretty well, but I can tell she’s starting to wear down a little, so I slow down. When we get around the big tree where we’d bumped into each other, I move to a walk and sit down on a big rock nearby. She walks up, holding her side, and sits down next to me, panting. “How long have you been running?”
She looks up at me and smirks. “Not long enough.” I laugh and watch her open a pouch that I hadn’t noticed around her waist. She pulls out two bottled waters, something I forgot in my haste, and hands me one.
“Fuck! You just saved my life!” She smiles as I twist off the cap and drink half of it. I watch as her full lips pull from around the top of her bottle and then slide off, wet and luscious.
“I would have thought a runner like you would have thought to bring water,” she smiles. God, she’s beautiful especially all hot and sweaty.
“Ha, touché. So, when did you start running?” I take another big drink of water and watch as her eyebrows lower.
She pants a few more times and smiles. “Well, I actually started working out a couple
My eyes open, and I realize I’d fallen asleep. Tonight’s the cookout and our game of ball. I’m not even nervous about going to the neighborhood again. Well, kind of. A knock sounds on my front door and I wonder if that’s what woke me up. I look at my alarm clock, and it shows five in the morning. Who would be here this early? I climb out of bed and trudge down the stairs. The clothes I shredded last night all over the living room. Guess I need to pick those up and probably do some laundry. When I open the door, the most beautiful sight is before me.
“Wanna go for a run?”
I can’t take my eyes off the bag of goodies she’s holding. My stomach growls, and she laughs. “I haven’t had Betty’s Bakery’s awesomeness for years.” I lick my lips and finally my eyes move down and then back up her body. Holy shit, has she changed. Her tennis shoes are white, lined in a pink ribbon. Her shorts are well, really short, pink to match and then a white workout tank that cuts off just under her breasts, which are much bigger and more defined in this top, exposing her smooth skin and flat stomach. That damned belly button piercing is gonna drive me crazy.
She places her hand flat on my chest and pushes me back. “Not so fast, tiger. Running first, coffee and goodies after.” Coffee too? Damn! “Go get changed.”
I laugh as I walk backwards into the living room. “What? I can’t go in my pajama pants?” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs as she shakes her head. “Fine. You have a strong argument.” I turn and run up the stairs and get changed in a flash, brush my teeth and run my fingers through my hair, then put my knee brace on. When I walk downstairs, I stop on the last step and just stare. She’s in my living room, hands flat against the wall by the front door, stretching. In her short shorts, her legs seem to go on forever. The muscles in them flexing and my already hard on grows when she bows her back, her head tilting back. Thank fuck, her eyes are closed, or she’d catch me staring.
“Quit looking at me,” she says, her lips opening and closing upside down. How the fuck? She pulls herself back up and turns around, smiling. “I’ve always been able to read you like a book, Jase.” Okay, this is getting creepy. She laughs. “Okay, come on. Let’s hit the road. You’re wastin’ time, Briggs.”
I lower my head, shaking it as I chuckle, and then look back up. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got, Spencer.” She gives me a smirk as she opens the door, and I walk down the last step then stride through the living room, walking passed her. I do my normal routine of stretching against the porch railing and then jog down the front steps and start into my run. She’s quick to run up beside me and smiles when I look over at her.
We ran until I turned off onto the dirt road. She’s kept up pretty well, but I can tell she’s starting to wear down a little, so I slow down. When we get around the big tree where we’d bumped into each other, I move to a walk and sit down on a big rock nearby. She walks up, holding her side, and sits down next to me, panting. “How long have you been running?”
She looks up at me and smirks. “Not long enough.” I laugh and watch her open a pouch that I hadn’t noticed around her waist. She pulls out two bottled waters, something I forgot in my haste, and hands me one.
“Fuck! You just saved my life!” She smiles as I twist off the cap and drink half of it. I watch as her full lips pull from around the top of her bottle and then slide off, wet and luscious.
“I would have thought a runner like you would have thought to bring water,” she smiles. God, she’s beautiful especially all hot and sweaty.
“Ha, touché. So, when did you start running?” I take another big drink of water and watch as her eyebrows lower.
She pants a few more times and smiles. “Well, I actually started working out a couple
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