the hell are you doing here?” he whispered, shocked at the forcefulness of his own voice. 

 

Her hair was pulled high in a ponytail.  Her face had been wiped clean of every inch of make-up she had worn earlier.  Her oversized t-shirt almost covered the length of her very short shorts.  Bradley was simply breathtaking. 

 

“I…”

 

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted her with a quick apology.  “What’s wrong?  Are you okay?”

 

Bradley nodded.  “I can’t sleep.” 

 

Mark ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair.  He was suddenly self-conscious about how filthy he must appear.  He needed to go to the bathroom.  He needed her to lea...

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