Follow the jogger
From Create Your Own Story
Your sneakers crunch against the gravel path as you pick up pace, eyes locked on the figure ahead.
His broad shoulders roll with each stride, the sweatpants clinging to his ass like a second skin, those powerful glutes flexing with every footfall. The sunlight cuts through the canopy in fragmented streaks, catching the sweat-slicked planes of his bare back, his dark skin gleaming like polished mahogany.
The dirt path narrows as he veers into the woods, and you hesitate only a moment before following. The air thickens here, damp earth and moss underfoot, the towering pines blocking out most of the sky. His footsteps are nearly silent now, just the occasional snap of a twig. You round a bend—and there he is.
Stopped. Waiting.
He turns slowly, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, biceps tensing as he crosses his arms. His gaze pins you like a specimen under glass, unreadable not even the faintest flicker of amusement.
"Hay , are you following me ?" His voice is deep, roughened by exertion. But the way his thumb taps against his bicep suggests he already knows the answer.
You say :
Yes, I am. You're so fucking hot!
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