By seven thirty, he walked out his front door, shirtless and gorgeous, and stared over at my house.I dropped the curtain in my front room, startled. I didn’t want him to see me gawking. I really wasn’t. Maybe a little.He seemed to be waiting, taking his time to stretch. I peeked out again as subtle as possible and caught his occasional glance back at my house. Every time he bent down to stretch another part of his toned body, I felt the image etch itself into my brain. Damn him. Finally, after what felt like forever considering I was flushed with lust, he took off down the road. I planned on becoming a night runner but waking up this morning I needed my morning jog more than my mother needed her coffee. Grabbing the small duffle I stuffed with clean clothes for later, I snuck out, and hopped into my car.If I couldn’t run here I’d find somewhere else. There were lots of great trails in the area. My biggest concern was getting out of the house after Logan left. Not only because I didn’t want to get talked into jogging with him but because I knew if he challenged me I’d have went with him.
