Three days.

That’s how long I promised Mack I wouldn’t run. That I’d do nothing but rest and heal.

Three days is nothing when you’re with someone who cares.

Before I know it, I’m opening my eyes on the third day, knowing that even though my leg isn’t as painful as it was before, it’s nowhere near strong enough to support me yet. But that isn’t what has me so resistant to the idea of leaving. Mack’s kiss is.

How can I leave after he gave me a kiss that I never believed I’d ...