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“Tired?” he asked

I felt butterflies start to take flight in my belly

“Yes,” I admitted

Though I was feeling better ue to battle on a daily basis

“Did you talk to your doctor about it?” he asked

“Yep,” I repeated “He lowered e on my medication today, actually We talked about the side effects of it, as well as o away over time He clearedagain, and he said as long as I keptthat I want to do Though, he stressed that staying hydrated was a must—multiple times”

“Then itmy shoulder

I turned into his body slightly and sh

At least, I hoped it was discreetly

He s else that I couldn’t quite define Deodorant? Cologne?

I wasn’t sure

But whatever the smell was, I liked it

His ar to drop it, but the only thing he did was reach for another roll and shove it into his inal position

I grinned and continued to tell him about my day

“What did you run before?” he asked “Distance or sprinter?”

“Distance,” I answered “I was on the cross-country tea Ish I love it after I’ the run, I hate it with a passion”

He squeezed my shoulder

“I loved running, too,” he adh school Then the explosion happened, and I haven’t run asI love the et and feel like absolute shit for hours on end”

“Hours?” I asked “How far were you up to before the accident?”

“Eighteen miles or so,” he admitted “That’s why I’ve bulked up soas th training now has really changed ht noithout dying”

I touched his leg, right above his knee

He stiffened slightly but didn’t remove my hand