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I tug on a sports bra and tank before starting a crazed hunt for my sneakers. Angus immediately takes up a chorus of meows upon seeing me, so I tip a can of food into his bowl and absently run a hand down his back.
Where the hell are my sneakers?
After a few minutes of no luck, I shrug and head back to my closet. Well, my new ones have been sitting there for a month. I didn’t actually need them when I bought them…
I tug on the grey-and-bright-pink sneakers and tie them tight just as Tyler emerges from my bathroom. Wearing nothing but a towel and water drops that cascade down his body.
Oh. Hello.
“Going somewhere?”
Resisting the urge to follow one particular droplet trail beneath the towel, I meet his eyes. “I figured I’d run to your place. I’ve been kind of lazy lately.”
“Run?”
“Yeah. You know, it’s like walking, except faster.”
“Your sense of humor amazes me.” He rolls his eyes and whips off his towel.
Way to distract me, asshole. “Good. It’s another one of those great qualities of mine.”
He snorts. “I gathered. No, I meant, why are you running when my car is here?”
“Your car is here?”
“I drove here last night. Then the car to the party actually turned up.” He dries his hair. Naked. Still.
“Are you going to put any underwear on any time soon?” I grab his boxer briefs from my floor and throw them at him.
He grabs them with lightning-fast reflexes. “I suppose. Why don’t you let me drive back to my place?”
I stand and rest my hands on my hips. “Tyler, you live, like, six blocks away. I can probably run to your apartment quicker than you can drive it.”
I grab a hair tie from the side and pull my hair up into a ponytail as he thinks this over. Now with underwear on. Unfortunately.
“Fine. Then I’ll race you.”
“Race me? What are you, six?”
“Twenty-six,” he fires back. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to play sometimes.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll race you. What do you get if you win?”
He buttons his pants then steps toward me slowly. “If I win, I get you…for twenty-four hours. And I get to do whatever I want with you.” His breath coats my lips with warmth. “You’ll be completely and utterly mine.”
My heart speeds up. “And if I win?”
“Then you get me,” he whispers, brushing the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “For twenty-four hours, to do whatever you want with.”
I raise my eyes from his lips to meet his challenging gaze. “You’re on.”
He smirks. He takes one step back from me and pulls his shirt over his head before he grabs his keys then takes my hand. He tugs me out of my apartment and down my stairs, barely giving me time to grab my own stuff.
“Hold on,” I say, stopping him before he gets into his car. I plug my headphones into my cell, start my running playlist on Spotify, and shove the phone into my bra. Tyler watches with amusement as I adjust it slightly. “Bras make good pockets,” I explain, hooking my headphones into place over my ears.
“Ready?” he questions, sliding into his Mercedes and starting the engine with unnecessary force.
“Ready to kick your hot, British ass? You bet I am.” I wink and start running a second before he pulls away.
