My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to his panting. Although he was worn out, he caught up to me and reached out, grabbing onto the sleeve of the shirt he’d given me.
I giggled as we tumbled down to the ground, rolling onto our backs. We drew in air, synchronizing our breathing. His bare chest rose and fell with each breath.
“You’ve gotten faster!” He glowed with admiration.
“I’ve had lots of practice.” I bit my lip.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me.” He replied with a laugh.