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Sky
During the night, bursts of pain shoot through my body. I take a pill and try to sleep but I can’t seem to relax. I keep tossing and turning in my bed. Everything hurts. I’m nauseous, dizzy, and angry at the same time. Biting back my tears, I groan trying to turn on my side.
I focus on the clock on the nightstand. Five-thirty in the freaking morning. After throwing the covers off me, I put on my skinny jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, and head downstairs, careful not to wake Jay.
The rising sun warms me as I make my way toward the track. After slowly walking up the gravel hill, I sit and watch the sun come up. I close my eyes and let myself fall back against the sand. I love the warmth on my body, my fucking beat-up body. I stare at my hands, praying they’re not going to shake or cramp up. The necklace is hot against my throat and I listen to the wind, the birds chirping. I focus on my breathing, and the beating of my own heart. It’s peaceful, lying alone on the track soaking in the sun. Peaceful, calm.
“Watch out!” someone shouts.
I open my eyes. A wheel is coming straight at me. I scream and close my eyes, rolling my body to the right just in time for Hunter to divert his bike. He stops inches from my head.
I stare at the man in question, who’s looking at me with an angry scowl on his face.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he yells. He takes off his helmet and places it on the ground. He brushes his sweaty hair out of his face, piercing me with his hard stare, still straddling his bike.
“I…I,” I stutter, peering up at him, squinting my eyes against the sun. He is drenched in sweat, his white T-shirt clinging to his six-pack.
“I…I…” he mimics, tossing his gloves on the ground. “Dude, what were you thinking, lying on the track? Some of us have to train.”
“I thought no one would be here this early, and aren’t you injured?” I stare at his face, and his piercing in his freckled nose. Damn, the man is beautiful, even with the dark blue swelling around his eye.
Shit, I shouldn’t be checking him out like this. I should definitely stop staring at his six-pack. Spotting his nipple piercings pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt, heat creeps up my neck.
He swings his leg over the bike as I sit, hugging my knees to my chest. Angrily shaking his head, he throws his bike on the ground, the muscles in his arms flexing. “I thought I would get a couple easy laps in. That almost went to shit with you sleeping here,” he growls, grabbing his ribs. “Fuck, and yeah, it still hurts like a motherfucker.”
“Shouldn’t you be the one lying down?” I ask, and I want to kick myself in the head.
“Are you inviting me, babe?” he asks, flicking his lip piercing with the tip of his tongue.
I shake my head and flip him off. “Definitely not after you told me to fuck off.”
He gives me another death stare, and I actually blush as his eyes zero in on my cleavage. Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?
“Wanna do it, Shorty?” he asks, with a smile in his voice.
“Yeah, I want to do bad things to you, like punch you in your smug face,” I bite out as I stand.
The left side of his mouth hikes up, and my cheeks heat. He towers over me, and I quickly cross my arms over my breasts, hoping he doesn’t spot my nipples poking against my shirt. Fat chance. His mocking laugh gives him away.
“What the fuck is your game?” he asks after a couple beats, raising his brows like he’s intrigued.
“My game?” I ask. What is he talking about?
“What are you doing here, Skylar?”
“It’s Sky, and it’s none of your business,” I say, averting my eyes from his plump lips.
He takes a step toward me. “It’s my business if you decide to take a nap on the freaking track.”
“I wasn’t taking a nap.”
“Sure you weren’t?” His mouth parts slightly, trailing his tongue over his pierced bottom lip. He swallows hard, not saying anything as he stares at my necklace, then looks up to my mouth.
“N…n…no, really. I wasn’t.”
“Looked like you were,” he drawls.
“God, do you have an off switch?” I snarl.
