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American flag draped behind a memorial of some sort, with a helmet, rifle, and a pair of boots. The medium-sized tattoo stretched down the length of his ribcage; it was in a different language. Semper Fidelis . I’d have to remember to Google search that and see what it meant. And lastly, the smallest of the three was about two inches under his armpit and seemed to have all of his information in black block letters:
 
THRASHER
D.M. A POS
002 02 1984
USMC M
CHRISTIAN
     
    My curiosity was killing me as to what each tattoo meant, and so was my ability to keep myself from reaching out and tracing the artwork on his delicious body. Before I could stop myself, I lifted my hand toward him and gently placed the pads of my fingertips on to the writing on his ribcage.
    Duke’s body jumped just as our skin collided. I pulled back quickly, and he rolled onto his side, looking up into my eyes. “Your hands are freezing.”
    I rubbed them together as I moved across the bed and slipped off the edge, hoping that he hadn’t realized that I had been running my hands over his tattoos. “Sorry, I was just going to wake you up to tell you I am headed out for a jog. Feel free to stay in bed. I should only be gone for an hour or so.” I rushed into my closet and began to change into running pants, an old University of Florida sweater, and my favorite pair of Nikes.
    When I emerged out of the closet, Duke was pulling his shirt over his head.
    “You leaving?” I asked, disappointed.
    “Yeah, I have a few things I need to get squared away before Monday rolls around.”
    I grabbed my phone and pulled my earbuds out of the nightstand next to my bed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” I was suddenly in a bad mood and needed to escape the walls of my lonely house and concentrate on my run. I stuck each earbud in, turned away from Duke, and headed toward the bedroom door.
    His hand grasped my wrist before I could make my escape. “You want to grab dinner tonight?”
    I smiled, relieved that this wouldn’t be the last time I saw him, and nodded my head then darted for the door. I need to get out of here before this man ends up back in my bed.
    Exiting the fortress I called home, my feet began their journey toward Bayshore Boulevard, the longest continuous sidewalk in the world and my favorite place to run. It was a little over a mile away from my house, which meant altogether I’d get in about thirteen miles total, a perfect distraction.
    I adjusted my iPhone and hit play as my favorite Pandora motivational station blasted through my earbuds, Linkin Park, which guaranteed to get my feet moving. The rock music pulsating through my ears set fire to my entire body as my pace began to quicken. I pushed harder than I ever had before and ran as fast as my legs would allow. I passed the first regular, whom I’d usually kept pace with each morning, causing a grin to take over my lips. My feet were working double-time, and my body loved it.
    I’d run my entire life, but never like this; each mile passed, becoming easier than the last. By the time I’d looped Bayshore and was making my way back to the house, I was on such a high I couldn’t help but laugh as I finished my run, climbing the steps and collapsing back on the front door as I breathed heavily. All he did was sleep in my bed, and I’m this worked up. Damn, spending more time with Duke is going to either be really good or really, really bad .
    After I’d caught my breath, I made my way inside, sending a quick text to Megan in the process.
 
Up for a mani/pedi and some shopping?
     
    Her response was awaiting me upon finishing my shower.
     
Yes, on my way now. We’ll grab breakfast first; I worked up quite an appetite last night. ;)
     
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    Megan strolled into my bathroom as I was finishing my hair and makeup. “Good morning. You look rather refreshed this morning.”
    I rolled my eyes and shot back quickly, “I had a great run. What about you? You definitely have that