Marked
{SAM’S POV}
“Running barefoot is better for the feet,” Samantha lied.
She quickly turned and walked into the other room.
Surprised at her abrupt departure, Sam wondered if she were avoiding him. Maybe she’d changed her mind. He’d probably screwed it up somehow. Figured. Whenever he found something great, he always screwed it up.
Sam followed her into the living room. He needed to clear the air, talk to her.
As Sam entered, she was pulling her long, red hair out of her face, tying it in a ponytail. Her cheeks were flushed, and seemed to be getting more filled with color, right in front of him. She must’ve had a really hard run, he thought.
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