Page 45 of Life To My Flight

-Rule’s to live by

Rue

I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining into the non-curtained windows.

The room was unfamiliar, but I knew exactly where I was at.

Cleo’s.

I looked down at my body.

I was twined with the hunter green sheets of his bed.

The bottom corner of the fitted sheet was around my right foot, and the comforter that’d been covering it when we’d first arrived last night, was in a bundled up wad on the floor.

The sight made me laugh.

Immediately, the sound of footsteps came up the hallway, emitting the tall handsome man that had rocked my world last night...no less than ten times.

I was so drained, but I’d never felt better.

“You wanna go run with me?” He asked as he watched me stretch lazily on the bed.

He was wearing black nylon running shorts and a pair of athletic shoes.

He looked fantastic.

All tanned, rippled flesh stretched tight over a set of abs that could easily be counted as a six pack.

His shorts hung low on his hips allowing the V leading down to his crotch to be fully exposed.

I shifted restlessly in the bed, rubbing my thighs together unconsciously.

The sheet slipped down until my nipple popped free, and he zeroed in on it.

“I don’t have any clothes,” I said.

Really, I didn’t want to go run. I felt too relaxed.

We used to run all the time together.

I’d do my best to keep up with him, and he’d run about five times slower than he’d normally go to keep me in his sight.

I hadn’t ran in nearly three weeks, and then three weeks before that.

“My sister left some clothes here,” he said.

I could hear the excitement in his voice.

He really wanted me to go, and I knew he enjoyed it when I used to run with him.

“Which sister?” I asked worriedly.

“Molly,” he answered immediately before leaving the room and coming back a few minutes later with a pair of black lycra shorts and a racer back tank.

“Will it cover my vagina?” I asked suspiciously.

He laughed and tossed them at me.

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