I stopped and rested my back against a tree, panting like a really thirsty dog. I had no idea why Dylan was putting me through this. I was perfectly fine, sleeping on my comfy and warm bed. But it seemed like that annoyed him since he dragged me out of bed and made me go jogging– more like running like if it was a freaking race– with him at 6 in the morning. It was still dark!
I watched him as he ran back to me. He chuckled and looked at me amused. "Have you tired already?"
"I would... slap you for... asking me that... but... I'm too tired," I put my hand on my chest.
"We've been jogging for like 20 minutes, Bree," he laughed.
"Nonstop!"
"Take five and then we'll continue."
I sat on the floor and tried to breathe slowly. I was just wearing a tank top and a pair of jogging shorts but
