Scarred by fate
Jack and Paul are waiting there by the finish flag, and the moment I cross it, I collapse onto the ground in an ungraceful heap.
Fucking hell, I’m going to die.
Before I can even catch my breath, six faces loom over me, all grinning like they have just personally swam across a freezing lake… bastards are all dry I see! Zach is holding one of those shiny silver emergency blankets.
“Here, Za-za,” he says, crouching down and holding it out to me. “Stand up and put this on.”
“It’s important you keep walking, baby. You need to get your blood flowing to warm up,” Sebastian says, offering me a hand to haul me back to my feet. I let him pull me up, and Zach quickly drapes the blanket over my shoulde
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