Page 48 of A Pizza My Heart

Recovering smoothly, she continues moving like nothing happened.

We run for a few seconds and I keep up beside her, now ready in case I need to catch her.

“Unf!”

She thwacks me hard in the stomach, not missing a beat, and races ahead of me once again.

“What was that for?” I grumble as my steps falter and I fall even farther behind while my traitorous dog keeps up with his new best friend.

Jerk.

“For telling me I run like a wet noodle, whatever that means!” she calls back.

I trail my eyes down her body again, letting them linger while she’s not paying me any attention. “If it’s any consolation, your form has improved dramatically over the years.”

“Did you just make a comment about myform? Are you checking me out, Foster?”

Yes.“No. I mean yourrunningform.”

She huffs. “A likely excuse.”

It’s the biggest excuse of them all, because I am most definitely checking her out.

God, if her shorts hugged her ass any tighter, they’d be tattooed on her body.

I feel my cock beginning to harden, and the last thing I need right now is a fucking boner on the beach.

No boner, no boner, no boner.I will my dick back down. I need to get her moving…

“Are we close?” I ask, because I know exactly what her response is going to be.

“Why? You tired?”

Called that.

“Tired? Pfft. Please. This is a kiddie pace.”

“Wanna race? I’ll show ya a kiddie pace! Ha! I rhymed!”

Played right into my hand.

“You don’t want to race me, Wren. It’ll embarrass you.”

“Nope, we’re racing. Three…two…”

She doesn’t wait for one, sprinting ahead of me.

“Hey! Cheater!” I call after her, keeping up just fine.

My eyes fall to her elbow, where the blood is still trailing down her arm, probably from all the activity.

“Wait, Wren. Hold up. You’re bleeding pretty bad.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, we’re almost there.”

We run another hundred yards or so then race up three stairs and down a long, wooden pathway.

She leads us down another short path, and then the blue house comes into view.

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