Page 93 of Overcast

I get why I’m in the middle of a foot race. I understand that she wants to go home or stay with a friend.

However, I can't take a chance of the police getting involved because they won't do shit. They'll cause more problems, try to throw my ass in jail or some other shit. B723 will have to pull some strings to get me out, and it'll just be an ordeal that I don't want anyone else to have to go through over something that was my personal problem.

Stormi suddenly trips over her own feet but catches herself, and I pace myself to wait for the perfect opportunity to kinda, sorta, almost jump her ass.

There is a small patch of grass that she's going to pass, and I'd rather that than her skinning her knees on the rocks.

At the precise moment she gets to it, I wrap my arm around her waist and take her down to the ground with me, letting my side hit the ground first to break our fall.

She lets out a scream, but she already knows who it is.

It wasn't a huge surprise because she took a risk and fucking lost, having to have some inkling that I would hunt her down.

Landing on my back, she scrambles off my chest and straddles me, heaving loud and unsteady breathes as I peer up at her.

The moonlight hits perfectly, giving her an angelic look around her blonde hair. It's bright, letting me see some of her features, but right now...she's fucking perfect.

She’s untouchable, in every scenario where her and I exist, and that’s probably why I look at her longer than necessary. Why I notice detailed characteristics on her face or how her body reacts to certain things I do.

"Did you have a nice run?" I ask, trying to catch my breath while her body weight is restricting my stomach to hoist up and down evenly.

"What are you doing?" My brows constrict because she has to be kidding me right now.

"I think that question should be directed at you," I counter. "I thought we talked about this."

She cowers a little, attempting to catch more oxygen. "No, we didn't."

Liar.

"Maybe it was during your fever," I bullshit because we both know that's when it was. She might have been out of it, but she knew everything that I was doing.

Dude, she even fucking responded to my questions about being able to sit up when I started the water and that I was going to take her shirt off and nothing else.

She heard me. She just didn't want to listen to me.

"I got you pizza," I voice, gripping blades of grass because—well, it's either that or her hips. And if I do that, things might take a different turn on what my body wants to do next, and my mind will go ahead.

It won't want to stop, probably agreeing within ten seconds with my cock, which is currently way too close to her ass for me to be clutching at body parts that aren't mine.

And mine will be on my hard irrational body part tonight.

"I'm not hungry," she deadpans, placing her hands on my sternum to push herself up.

Mind meet body. This is where you two are supposed to fucking listen to each other because my fingers just death-gripped her T-shirt to keep her on top of me.

"Don't be wasteful, sweetheart,” I cluck. “I ordered one just for you."

"I'm a vegetarian."

"Then pick the meat off." "

“It touched the pizza already, I can't."

My brow hoists. "How much do you wanna bet that you're lying right now?"

"I don't know," she replies. "You don't have a very good track record right now at believing me, so you might not want to start gambling."

I give her tee a little yank to close out some inches between us.

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