It's 6:45 AM and Theresa's feet pound the pavement of Fort Washington Park.
It's only by the third shout that Theresa manages to identify her name over her blaring earphones.
"Theresa, sorry." He's panting and he's Jake. In flesh and bone before her. "I forgot to give you something last night."
He looks right at her as he lifts his hand to the curve of her neck. Pulling her in close, close enough to hesitantly brush his lips against hers, softly.
Theresa stands stock still. As she feels him pull away her hands reach up to his nape to draw him back. The soft sigh that escapes her lips is what he didn't know he was searching for as he wraps his other arm around her waist and moulds her figure to his, and shapes his lips against hers.
– THE END –
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HAHAHAHA kidding with 'The End', there's still an epilogue...
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