He knew it.
Closing his eyes as he ran as fast as his feet would take him. He was outside, like clockwork, doing his morning routine. Running and working out before he started his day.
But this time, he was late. He was supposed to do this that early morning, but he got drunk. And then, something else happened.
Luisa happened.
One night with her would never be enough. At least, that was what his mind was telling him. Then, he ran again.
As if he had not worked out just a few hours ago. He believed he had burned more calories in his bed than what he was doing at this very minute. But he was more than expelling fats and sweat from his body. He was clearing his mind from thoughts of the woman lying asleep on his bed.
