/Jane/
"Tell me, why is it that you'll let me do that till I'm so exhausted that I'm about to pass out, but I can't run as fast as I want on the treadmill?" I asked, grinning.
He only lightly bit the back of my neck. He joked and got the audience to chuckle by saying, "Because I don't get anything out of you running on the treadmill."
I chuckled and gave him a friendly slap on the tough chest before rolling over onto my side and heaving a sigh of contentment. I uttered the words "thank you" with extreme gratitude.
He appeared to be asking something by raising one eyebrow. "To What End?"
"For the night before last, as well as when I woke up this morning, that was the best night of my life. Thank you.” I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that his big, supple lips looked to be a pe
