When You've Run For Miles...

Kent gazed down at Tam with want, unable to deny the attraction he had, but he could see the see the underlying fear in her eyes. His hands had been exploring and touching all over her and he worried he might have done something wrong. Expression changing to that of worry, he touched her face gently and cupped her cheek.

"What is it, Tam?" He asked softly. "If you don't want to we don't have to..."

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River grimaced at the idea, but was not about to judge. "Maybe they are." She said before getting up and fixing her messy bed hair. "Want me to cook breakfast again? I can make us something healthy since you plan to visit your doctor today."

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When Max got outside, he would find Kevin on all fours in the front yard. He was gasping heavily, as if trying to catch his breathe, and looked like he been hit by a train. Sweat coated him and his hair was a mess, backpack on the ground beside him.

Between gasps he tried to speak, but all that came out was gibberish.

"She..." Gasp. "...Kiss..." Gasp. "Fuck."

Giving up on talking, Kevin just rolled onto his back and lied there in the grass, catching his breathe with a face as red as a tomato.