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Instantly, my dick’s begging to salute and have her full attention.
Fuck, I inwardly groan.Why did I have to notice?
Get it together, Jacobs, I scold myself as I look anywhere but at her perfect breasts.
“Drew?” She stares in my direction.
Fuck. What did I come in here for?
Or what am I willing to admit to her,is the better question.
“I… Um… Just… Want to make sure you didn’t need anything.”
“I’m good, thanks,” she says as she scoots further down the bed, adjusting the pillow behind her.
Well, this just got awkward.
I sigh at my ridiculousness and lean against the door frame, to keep from joining her in the guest bed. “Since I can’t work out in a gym, I’m going for a run when I wake up. If I’m not here, just make yourself at home. I can’t imagine Mom doesn’t have the fridge stocked. If you don’t find anything you like, there’s bound to be something in the pantry.”
“Uh… how far do you typically run?” she asks, throwing me off guard even further.
“Just a couple of miles, but I’ll throw in sprints along the way.”
“Would you be up for some company? I’m not much of a sprinter, but I’m good for a few miles.” She shrugs as she fans out her dark-brown hair on the pillow, which makes my dick twitch again.
Damn, Abby’s beautiful.
“Sure… uh… no problem,” I practically stammer.What am I, twelve?I don’t even remember the last time I was remotely tongue tied around a girl. Fuck, Jacobs—Get it together.
“Just wake me when you get up.”
“Will do,” I quickly agree. Needing to get out of this room before I do or say anything stupid, I quickly add, “Have a good night. Sleep well, Angel.”
With my endearment, I swear I hear a faint gasp as Abby’s eyes widen, then quickly return to normal. If I hadn’t been watching her every move, I would’ve missed it. “Night, Drew. See you in the morning.”
When I callthe hospital first thing in the morning, the nurse who’s replaced Janice encourages me to take my time, as both my parents are still resting soundly, but on the mend. My rigid body loosens at this news, and I finally take the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
Abby must’ve heard me talking because the next thing I know, she’s standing before me in yoga pants, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sneakers, ready to run. Just as I hang up the phone, her knowing grin calms me as she states, “You look like you’re ready to get out of here.”
When I meet her expectant eyes, it’s clear she gets my need to work off this nervous energy. We take a few minutes to stretch, and I fill her in on the state of my parents. It gives me unexpected comfort when she lets out an audible sigh of her own. She visibly relaxes as if she’s been shouldering this burden with me all along.
I must stare at her in wonder for longer than socially acceptable because she’s suddenly cocking her head to the side as her features fill with concern. “Drew? Everything okay?”
“Uh… Yeah…” I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. “You ready to run?”
She beams in my direction a smile that lights up her entire face. “Ready if you are.”
As we finish our workout,I almost feel bad. She goes through my full regimen because she insists on keeping to my normal routine. When I reach the end of the block before her and turn to see her struggling, I feel the need to cheer her on in support.
“Come on! You can do it, only fifty more feet,” I holler encouragingly as she finishes the sprint. When she reaches me, she bends over and sucks in air heavily, trying to catch her breath.
She’s a fucking trooper to endure this, without building up to it. I admire and am in awe of her strength.
“Is your trainer pure evil?” she says between deep pants. “Do you really do this type of thing daily? I thought for sure I’d easily be able to keep up with you, but you can kick my ass from here to Sunday with those legs.” More deep pants. Then a sigh as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. “Not all of us are freaking giants, ya know.”
Great. She thinks I’m a sadist.
I laugh and shake my head at the notion, then do my best to explain, “I’ve been at this for years. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re doing great,” I encourage.
