Breakfast was incredible. It was the first real food I'd had since the attack. I no longer felt nauseous and my head didn't ache at all. I needed to train.
Laying down my napkin, I looked into Brack's sexy eyes. "Will you object to me jogging on the shore after my food settles?"
"No jogging." He took a last bite of his food.
My entire body tensed in anger. "You can't be serious. I need to train. You have no idea how far back these last few days have set me. I also need something to take my mind off sex. I'm a red-blooded American female with needs." I batted my baby blues for good measure. "I don't even have a vibrator for Christ's sake. If you don't want me humping your leg, I would suggest you change your mind about the running."
I could tell he fought a smile when he bit his lip to stop it from forming. "Do you only think about sex?"
