Page 35 of Run, Little Bunny

Chad Braun

You’re sassy this morning. I think you need a spanking. (Two full sentences )

Spanking?!My heart races, the heat rising in my cheeks. Too nervous to continue the flirting, I ask another question.

Anna Clark

What are you up to?

Chad Braun

I’m at the gym.

That’s a hot mental image.

Anna Clark

Send a sweaty selfie when you’re done.

He sends a thumbs-up reaction, and I place my phone down, glancing back at the flowers.He really knows how to make me smile.But before I can get too lost in the thought, I remember I need to head to my sister’s house to watch Cam.

Sliding into my little car, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself.Chad has me all worked up.My mind keeps drifting back to tomorrow. What does he have planned? What’s he going to spoil me with next?

Pulling into my sister’s driveway, I flick the key, turning off my car. As I’m about to head inside, my phone buzzes. I nearly drop it when I see Chad’s sweaty mirror selfie. He’s in a tank top, flexing his bicep. Whoa. Hot. And those shorts. I giggle to myself.At least he doesn’t skip leg day.

Anna Clark

Zaddy.

Chad Braun

You’ll be panting a variation of that word tomorrow.

I instantly blush, and a giddy laugh escapes me.Oh my God, this man.

As I walk toward my sister’s front door, still typing, I send him another message.

Anna Clark

I was expecting shirtless.

Chad Braun

Tomorrow.

That single word is on repeat.Tomorrow.The anticipation is making me feel like I’m about to burst.Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

I hear Cam’s voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “Anna!”

Looking up from my phone, I see him and my sister standing there. Megan is giving me that look, the one that says,I’m annoyed but not surprised.

“You’re late,” she says, her voice sharp as she walks straight out the door and toward her car.

I’m only a couple of minutes late. I scrunch up my nose and stick out my tongue, making a mock face like we’re kids again. Megan’s eye roll saysyou’re still not cute, but I can’t help but smile.

“Oh,” she says, gripping the car door handle, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. “Mom called me this morning, asking if I knew who you were making out with last night on Main Street.”

Shit.My stomach drops.

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