Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Yup. I know it’s only been three weeks, but I’m crazy about you. And I do think you are pretty amazing.”
Aynslee nuzzled her nose along the hair of his jaw and smiled before whispering, “I like
you.”
* * *
“Good,” he said, dusting her lips with kisses. “Because I like you too.”
As Jordan began to kiss her in a way that wasn’t appropriate for school, all Aynslee could
think about was how great things were going and that she wasn’t ready to let that go. She had no clue what would happen when the season was over, and that scared her, because her heart belonged to Jordan Ryan.
Chapter Eight
“Surprise,” Jordan said with a grin.
Looking up at the sign he held, Aynslee laughed. She could tell that he had no clue if this was okay. Little did he know it was perfect.
“Annual Mud Run,” she read aloud. “What do you think?”
She wrapped her arms around his middle. “You know the way to my heart.” “I was hoping you’d say that,” Jordan said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” “Really?”
“I mean, what girl doesn’t want to run through mud with her hunky boyfriend?” Jordan laughed before saying, “I could name a few.”
“Ah,” she said, waving him off, “divas, I tell you.”
Now it was the morning of the race, and runners were beginning to approach the starting line. Aynslee saw someone taking pictures and quickly pulled Jordan to her before asking the guy to take one of them. After the photographer shot their photo and told them where it would be posted online, Jordan took Aynslee’s hand and led her to the starting line. She had always loved doing stuff like this, and for Jordan to know that in the short time they’d been together had her heart doing flips. Looking up into his gorgeous face, she smiled as love warmed her heart. It had been only a little over a month, but she was a firm believer in When you know, you know.
And with Jordan, she knew.
Once in place, Aynslee faced Jordan with her game face on. “I bet I can beat you.”
Jordan laughed again, shaking his head before leaning over for a quick kiss. Only a breath away, he said, “In your dreams.”
Then the horn sounded and they were off.
For once, Aynslee was very appreciative of her size. Being small helped her get through the pits and puddles faster than Jordan could, though she quickly learned he liked to play dirty. She loved it. Some girls would have been pissed, but Aynslee had grown up with competitive
brothers, and all it did was fuel her fire. She ran full speed ahead, jumping over a puddle that he managed to get stuck in, which put her in the lead. Drenched in mud, she crossed the finish line with a big grin on her face and her arms in the air.
It was a complete blast, and when she turned to see Jordan trudging over the finish line, his eyes glaring and his body covered in mud, she couldn’t hold in her laughter. He walked over to her as she continued to laugh.
“I don’t know what you are laughing at! You look just like me!” he pointed out as he crossed his arms.
“Oh, no, I’m laughing because you are a very sore loser and a cheater!” She smirked as she picked up one of the hot rags that had been provided for the runners to clean up with after the race. She loved the run, but mud in the nose wasn’t working for her. When she glanced up at him, he was still glaring; then, with ninja-like moves, he grabbed her and rubbed his muddy hands all over her face. She tried to get away, but he tackled her to the ground. Their laughter mingled as he lay on top of her. With his mud-splattered body rubbing over hers, Aynslee suddenly felt aroused. If they weren’t in the middle of a park, she would’ve shown him how dirty she could be. Jordan must have felt the same way, because his eyes grew darker as he said, “Right now I feel like I’ve won. Want to go back home so I can claim my prize?”
Aynslee closed her eyes as the laughter took over once again. God, she loved this man.
Leaning back in the massage chair, Aynslee smiled as Brittany, her nail tech, scrubbed her feet and told her about her daughter’s dance recital.
“She can’t dance a lick. She gets that from Steven’s side of the family, I tell you,” Brittany said with a shake of her head. “Bless her heart, she goes to kick and falls on her ass! I’m laughing so hard, I’m screaming, ‘It’s okay, baby! Mommy loves you!’”
Aynslee and Sadie both cracked up.
“See, you can blame it on Steven, but if my baby is a girl and wants to dance, I’m screwed. I have two left feet!” Sadie joked. “Can Jordan dance?”