She was expecting the sweat. She wasn't expecting to meet him.
Diana loves trail races, loves the miles in the woods, and the burn in her muscles. She also loves the look of the sexy stranger keeping pace with her. He slows down his pace just to watch her run. She feels his gaze on her, hot and heavy.
Will they celebrate at the finish line? Is their fling just a sprint or are they in it for the ultra-marathon?
