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“Second day here and you’re napping?” His green eyes gleamed mischief as he spoke

“I wasn’t napping I was restinghi anyway?”

“Your hair’s a mess” He patted the top of my head and walked in with ease and comfort like he owned the place I shut the door and looked atmirror beside me

My loose ponytail had co, brown hair was in complete disarray I pulled the elastic and fixed it My cheeks were slightly pink and I wasn’t sure if it was from my interaction with Mitch or ht blush on my naturally olive, currentlyand followed Mitch into the living roootten taller He was probably six foot three now At five foot seven, I had to crane my neck to look at him, and for comparison, ht around that height He’d filled out some as well, his tanneda sleeveless workout T-shirt and shorts

“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go for a run”

“A run?” My eyes widened “What in the world would make you think I’d want to run on purpose?”

“Aw, come on, Misty You run”

“Not on purpose” I blinked “I’m not my sister”

“But you can run, right?” His words were a bit slower, as if he needed to ain

“Yes, but I don’t enjoy it”

“Not even in Central Park? It’s beautiful there You’d love it”

“Can alk in Central Park?” I crossed my arms

“Sure, let’s go for a walk then” He chuckled and I was sure I’d die then

“When did you get hot?” I blurted out, then slapped my forehead

Mitchell laughed harder “When did you?”

“I’ve always been hot” I shrugged

“Really?” His eyes were full of mischief “And I haven’t?”

“Not particularly You were always lanky and tall, but notnot hot”