Jake woke up early on Saturday, unable to sleep any longer. The sun was just rising, painting the sky in soft pinks and purples. He desperately wanted to bury himself inside Lyra, to feel her clench around him over and over until the memory of it was burned into his mind.
But she was asleep, and he knew she had tossed fitfully for a large part of the night. The trial was today, and she needed rest far more than he needed s*x. So he rolled out of bed, grabbed the notepad from his bedside table, and scribbled a quick note to let her know he was going on a run in case she woke up while he was gone.
If he couldn’t burn off his restless energy with her, then running was his only option. He didn’t bother with a shirt, only pulled on a pair of shorts and his shoes before heading out. He took of
