Chapter 39. Back

Sarah

The running belt rushes under me at a steady but fast pace, tainted with my sweat as I exhaust myself. Since Nate left, I have had more and more pent-up energy each day. I run longer and faster than ever, train, and hit harder. Maybe my anger towards myself for falling for Nate again pushes me to extremes. I’m not sure, but it is wild.

Not to mention my sexual appetite. I wake up every day turned on by a dream I had about him.

Every fucking morning.

My vibrators are exhausted at this point, and I have never spent this much money on batteries. And throughout the day? It could be lunch with colleagues when a scent hits me, and I suddenly think of licking Nate’s chest and my panties getting soaked. I go to work with two spare underwear. Again: it is wild.

Running and working out help a bit, but I’m still frustrated and excited at the same time. It seems like I can’t tire myself out.

We talk almost every day. He is still the sam