The wind beneath my feet

The wind beneath my feet

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joseph miyles has been running across the city rooftops for as long as he can remember. To him, it's more than just a sport, or a hobby; it's a way of life. However, ever since he and his sister moved away from the city, he has had neither the resources nor the time to take it back up again. Now going to college and being employed at a part time job at the local hairdressers, he starts to give up on his ambitions-that is until a stranger comes to him with one request. " Run for me". Yeah, sure. Simple enough right? Apart from he has to move back to the city and he will be performing in front of a live audience, but hey the pay is good, and he can run again. What kind of fool would ever pass up an offer as good as this one?
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"You had no right to do that," I snap, trying my best to out walk him. His chuckle was loud behind me and his hand griped on my forearm, stopping me. Something about his warmth gave me chills all over my body. Something I don't think I ever wanted in the first place. Especially from him and especially now. "Yes I did, and I still do." His hard grip around my arm loosened, and snaked up to lock his fingers through my hair. Oh Momma, what is happening? Being this close to him has been happening way too often for normal. Still, I couldn't break away from this close contact, I was frozen, shocked. "What makes you think that?" My question hit him with humor, and instead of fully responding, he leans his face closer to mine. The smirk on his face stayed once he noticed the affect he had on me. "Because," he whispers out pressing our bodies together. "I'm your Secret Santa," he licks his lips as if he's hungry, then continues, "I can give you anything I want to give you." His free arm wraps around my waist, and he lifts me up during the action before pressing our lips together. The main character is Kimberly. She's an accident prone person who wants nothing but to enjoy her winter. Her friends want the best for her after a terrible break up they witnessed. Every year they all hold the traditional Secret Santa. Somebody from the group believes that they are what Kimberly needs. This is about Kimberly and her crazy winter story about her not so Secret Santa.

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