My feet pound the pavement as I look back and notice him catching up to me. A small giggle leaves my breath as I force through my weariness and begin to run faster.
“Damn it Nicole.” He shouts but I cough out a laugh and continue running.
After another ten minutes of running, my feet finally give my legs the message and I’m forced to pull off to the side and lay onto the grass, begging for breath as I shield my eyes from the golden sun.
It’s been eight months since everything went down in Bronson’s office, and when I look back, it feels like a different life altogether. Bronson and I have been going strong. There are times we have moments of relapse, mainly me when I assume he doesn’t trust me, but he assures me, that after I practically threw myself into his penthouse knowing there was danger, there is no mistrust in our relationship.
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