His Soft Spot

{Twenty Five}

"You can go faster." I panted.

"You're going to hurt yourself."

"Fuck, Dante just go faster! You're too slow!" Dante listened to me and increased his speed.

"Hows that? Bet you wished you listened to me."

"Keep that pace. I like it."

"Oh you're finally going to move with me." Dante laughed, as I pushed myself to actually do some work too.

"I've been moving this whole time, you just always want to take control." I huffed.

"I'm going to go faster." He teased me.

"Go ahead, ruin me if that's what you think you can do." I muttered.

"I will always ruin you in everything."

Fuck he is so annoying. I began to move with him a bit quicker.

"Well look who has speed now." He mumbled.

My legs were aching as I bolted past him, he is taller than me so I already know that he will beat me to the finishing point, but I can at least try.

Dante run up behind me, grabbing the back of my sports bra and pulling me back, then running infront of me. "Hey! No playing dirty!" I yelled.

Dante chuckled and turned around, still running. "Oh baby, you think that's dirty. I got some news for you." He smirked and kept on running. Bastard. I tried to catch up to him but my calves and thighs were aching. There is no way I can match his strides. But I still ran, tailing him, but not getting beside him.

"Ew, is that James and Liv fucking?!" I yelled, obviously lying, but Dante turned his head to the side and slowed down, he doesn't really like Liv and James and their- sexual relationship, you could say. I moved past him, and heard him growl from behind me. "C'mon babe, keep up." I laughed. I was a few feet away from our finish marker. I think, I can't really see.

"Cal, watch-" I tripped over a flat bench and fell to the ground. "-Out." I began to laugh as I pulled myself back up to my feet and walked over to Dante, who was now walking. "You good?"

"Yeah. I just can't see anything." I laughed and he kissed my forehead

"You need to stop getting 3am energy bursts." He said.

"Dante." I whispered. "Dante." I said again, he made a sleepy noise and opened his eyes, noticing I wasn't in bed with him anymore. No, now I was in a sports bra and shorts.

"No, not again." He groaned.

"I'm just going to do a lap." I said.

"It's three in the morning, kitten." He said as he sat up.

"But I can't sleep. Energy is literally pumping though my body right now." I sighed.

"Fine." He got out of the bed and walked over to his desser, grabbing shorts and pulling them on, "one lap."

Dante's POV:

It wasn't one lap. It was six. Six whole laps. It's almost four in the morning and I'm out here, running in the pitch black, well I was before kitten fell over a bench.

"I'm going to do another lap." She said, stepping away.

"Try not to run into a tree." I joked and she did a little eye roll.

"Very funny." She muttered and walked away from me. I went over to where she would finish, a random patch of grass, and sat down, bending my legs up a little and leaning forward.