Chasing Hope

Stella

The crisp morning air stings my cheeks as Vance and I look at each other. I hate the fact that the sight of his muscular body, glistening in the morning sun, makes my face feel hot; but at least I can blame it on the cold.

“Um… Sure,” I finally say, agreeing to run with him. I don’t really want to see him right now after what happened at the party, but at the same time, I do. The emotions