“Zip it, Julienne Fries. I’m running with you, even if I have to toss you over my shoulders and do the run that way. So let’s run this thing.” I lifted my hand and froze inches from her ass. No, don’t go anywhere near that. I’d only seen it silhouetted in clothes, but I knew with one touch I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from dragging her off somewhere and claiming that kiss that had been stolen from us last night. Her glare was adorable as she stepped outside. “Fine.” We set out on our run—more of a jog, but I wasn’t complaining. I hated running. My number one punishment after a fuck up
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