CLAY'S POV
The morning air was a cooling, almost minty sensation on my warm face as I jogged through the tracks.
The dog was internal today, because the sky was bright and blue, with a slight peek of a golden ray through the fluffy-looking clouds.
Anyta.
She was always on my mind, even at the most inappropriate times.
For a man like me, who prided myself on the fact that I had built a very strong emotional discipline, it was a bit humbling to realize the I was in too deep.
So deep, it was beginning to feel like borderline obsession with her…her whimsy, her rawness, the things that made her laugh, cry.
She could tell me to jump into an active volcano and I'd say “yes ma'am.”
She could tell me to stay away from her forever and I woul…
“No,” I huffed out, shaking my head slightly. “T
