No, I’m looking for my dog
From Create Your Own Story
"Are you following me?" The man's voice cuts through the crisp morning air, sharp with suspicion.
Your pulse jumps as you blurt out the first lie that comes to mind. "No! God, no—I'm just... looking for my dog." The words taste like pennies in your mouth as you stare at his unfairly symmetrical jawline. "Ran off about ten minutes ago."
His scowl dissolves instantly. "Shit, sorry." He wipes his brow with the back of his wrist, biceps flexing under damp fabric. "I'll keep an eye out—what kind?"
"Frenchie," you lie too quickly. "Black spots over his left eye like a... like a pirate patch?" The description tumbles out awkwardly as you watch a bead of sweat roll down his throat.
He nods, already pivoting back into his stride. "Got it." His running shoes crunch against gravel as he picks up speed—giving you a perfect view of how his sweatpants cling to every muscle with each powerful stride.
Heat floods your cheeks. *So I totally invented a fictional dog to stalk a stranger's ass...* The crunch of gravel grows fainter as you turn sharply toward home, humiliation nipping at your heels.
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