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She frowned. "Then let's go back." She twisted around, feeling for any pain. None so far. "What'dya say to an afternoon at the beach?"
She frowned. "Then let's go back." She twisted around, feeling for any pain. None so far. "What'dya say to an afternoon at the beach?"
"You really wanna see my muffin top?" he asked, turning around.
She raised her brows. "I highly doubt you have one."
"Maybe not a muffin top, but it ain't pretty." They reached the balcony.
She hopped off, waiting for him to shift back to respond.
In a flash of light, Runner was back.
She crossed her arms. "My scars aren't pretty, but I sure as hell flaunt that shit. It's a perfect 'fuck you' to society. And a self esteem booster." She offered a smile. "If you're that uncomfortable, you can wear a shirt."
He shrugged. "That was the plan, Stan."
She tilted her head up at the sun. "You want to eat now, or go to the beach and eat there?"
"This is your idea, so you choose."
"Picnic," she declared, then frowned. "Do you not want to go?"
"I don't care either way."
"You don't seem to care anytime. It's starting to make me feel like I'm pushing you around."
He shrugged again. "I'm just going with the flow."
"Suppose I shouldn't expect more from a runner."
"But, hey, I didn't let you push your tongue into my mouth." He smiled, knowing he got her.
She flushed red. "Let's not talk about that. Ever."
He couldn't help but laugh.
She got even redder and ducked her head. "Shut up."
He eventually calmed down, wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
"Uh huh. I'm sure you are." She stormed back into the house, beyond embarrassed and wishing she could go back in time to redo that particular incident.
He followed after her, immediately feeling bad.
She went into the kitchen, yanked open the freezer door, and pulled out a tub of ice cream. Eating your feelings away. Smart move, Hunt. Smart move. She internally rolled her eyes at her actions. But now ice creams sounds good, so fuck it. She found as spoon and dug in, ignoring the source of her heated face.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms over her shoulders. "I'm soooooory."
She sighed, already giving in to his adorableness, but didn't deign to acknowledge him. Hmm, his scent is quite nice. How'd I never notice?
What the fuck am I even thinking!?
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