Twenty
Liam
On Sunday, I’m sitting at the breakfast island, reading the paper and drinking my coffee, when Savannah returns from a run. She doesn’t notice me right away because as soon as she comes in, she’s logging something in a small book in her purse, staring at her watch.
“How fast were you today?” I ask.
She startles, dropping her pen on the floor.
My gaze soaks her in like a dry towel. Sweat has left a sheen on her skin, and her running shorts stop right at her ass, making her long legs appear even longer. Her tight sports bra and tank top don’t hide her figure in the slightest, and I have to shift in my seat to find a comfortable position for my growing hard-on.
“Too slow.”
“Listening to a podcast?” I arch my eyebrow. I knew she wouldn’t take my suggestion about switching to
