Chapter 7
“Speed it up, Williams, you’re falling behind again. It’s like I’m training with a drunk tortoise.”
Marcus flushes, as he realizes that once again he has unknowingly slowed down his running speed enough to give him a nice view of Sebastian’s ass out of the corner of his eye. Unfortunately, Sebastian has once again noticed him doing it. The slowing-down part, not the ass-ogling part, or so Marcus hopes.
Last time Sebastian noticed him lagging, Marcus had been forced to squirt the back of Sebastian’s shorts with his water bottle as a distraction. He’d gotten a pine cone down the back of his shirt later in retaliation, but Marcus considers that a fair trade.
He smiles at Sebastian, hoping he looks at least slightly more chill than he feels. “I’m just pacing myself. Gotta keep th
