29. Haven

No. Oh my God, no. Never again! Running was so not the thing for me.

“Break,” I gasped, clutching my cramping side. “Let’s take another break.”

Though I was freezing my ass off in the early morning chill, sweat poured down my face, while my throat felt as dry as the Sahara.

This was just unnatural. And inhumane. Why did people willingly do this?

“Just two more blocks and we’ll be home again,” Wick encouraged from next to me. “You got this.”

I sent him a glare. I absolutely did not have this. I didn’t have shit.

And it was his fault. He’d talked me into this damn crazy idea.

Hey, let’s get up at the butt crack of dawn and submit ourselves to continuous physical torture for the next half hour straight. Yeah, it’ll be fun, said the lunatic hottie.

And for that, he’d just made the top of my hit list, I swear.

But I kept running because, hell… I don’t know. The sooner we got home, the sooner it would be over, I guess.

Except half a block from our apartment, he made us stop running