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He closed his eyes picturing his dream. Liv in his bed, her hair in his face, her skin pressed against his.
He groaned again.
This. Can. Not. Happen.
He jumped out of bed. He had decided to train for a marathon to not think about, well, her.
So far, it wasnotworking.
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As he ran along theNational Mall, his spirits were rising. It was a beautiful morning. He listened to music and managed not to think about anything.
He rounded a corner by the Jefferson Monument and nearly crashed into another runner. Both of them stumbled out of the way.
Will pulled off his headphones.
Are you alright?” he said, looking up to see a woman. A beautiful woman wearing tiny running shorts and a tight crop top.
Damn it.
“Senator Sterling,” Liv said, catching her breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”
“No, it was my fault,” he said. “I should have slowed down for that corner.”
Why? Why Her?
“Are you feeling better?” he said, shifting from foot to foot. “From the elevator?”
“Yes,” she said, color rising to her cheeks. “I feel pretty silly.”
“No need,” Will said, a crease forming between his brows.
“Do you run this route often?” she said, wiping some sweat from her brow.
“I’m training for a marathon,” he said. “I enjoy running around the mall. It gives me lots to look at. This is my favorite spot though - here by the Jefferson Monument.”
“I agree,” she said. “Not that I’m training for a marathon, but it’s a nice place to run.”
Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing normalized. Tiny beads of sweat were falling down her neck.
For fucks sake - you cannot ogle this woman. He forced himself to look away, but the image of her in a tight workout crop top and tiny running shorts was seared in his mind - surely to return and haunt him during his dreams.
He let out a sigh.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m keeping you.”
He smiled tightly. “Gotta keep up my pace,” he said and then turned and sprinted away.
Will’s last few miles were significantly faster than his normal pace. He arrived early at the coffee shop where he was meeting his sister, Zadie, for coffee. They tried to meet once a week. She was as busy as he was.
While he waited for her, he listened to music and stretched.
“Woah,” she said. “Looks like you had quite a workout. You’re drenched.”
“I...I was...um...working on my mile splits,” he said.
“Another marathon?” she asked.
