![]() ![]() He leaned back in his seat, polishing off a hardboiled egg. “If you want to go somewhere, you can borrow my car,” I told the German over breakfast a couple hours later. ![]() I’m not going to take it easy on your old knees, so you better keep up.” A hint of dark lines peeked out from his shirtsleeve. I waved Kulti forward, noticing he’d taken the wrap off his freshly inked tattoo. Was I going to take advantage of the pass he was giving me? Hell yeah. “What?” I slowly looked up to see a smug look on his swollen mouth.īy some miracle, he decided not to embarrass me and say he knew I was full of shit playing dumb. Sleepy and his eyes and cheeks puffy, he nodded.ĭon’t glance at his crotch, don’t glance at his crotch. ![]() It didn’t occur to me until he arrived in the kitchen that I should have brushed my teeth. I filled up two water bottles from the collection I had here and drank a glass while I waited for the German. My dad was already gone, the coffeepot was on for my mom who was already getting ready for work. I went back in, grabbed them without looking at the boner-I mean, Kulti-and going back out. He grunted his agreement and I hauled ass out of there, walking out before I remembered I left my shoes in the room. “Umm, I’ll, uh, wait for you in the kitchen.” I couldn’t breathe, and I really couldn’t look him in the face as I grabbed my socks off the floor. I coughed and eyed his thigh one more time before quickly stepping into my shorts and pulling them up my legs, just as he pulled up his own pair of running shorts. ![]()
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