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“This is inhumane.” You pant, your hands on your thighs as you lean down. The pavement fills your vision, and you can hear Marc jogging on the spot a few feet away.
“You’re doing really well, just a little more.” He doesn’t even sound out of breath.
“No, no more.” You stand up fully, sweat shining on your face. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You add the last part on for dramatic effect.
Marc gives you a sweet smile, his head cocked to the side as keeps moving. “No you’re not.”
“I am.”
“Just once more around, then we can go back.” He’s still smiling, giving you that classic customer service expression that he can do so perfectly. You’re going to do exactly what I want, you know you are.
“Marc, please-”
He shakes his head, starting to move a little faster, really going for those high knees. “You can do it.”
“Your shorts are not family friendly.” You pull a dramatic shocked face, trying to distract him.
“Nah, they’re fine, you’re not going to get out of this that easily.” He chuckles, moving behind you to lightly push on your shoulders. You start to jog. Slowly.
“I hate this.” You mutter.
“You said you wanted to get into-”
“I know what I said.” You grumble and give him the kicked puppy look.
He just laughs, “Aww, baby.” and leans to the side, his hands holding your cheek briefly, so he can give your sweaty temple a kiss. “Hmm,” he smacks his lips together, teasingly. “Salty.”
“Don’t.” You give him a glare, but you’re laughing. You nod towards the park entrance you’re coming up to, with the thick outcrop of bushes. “How about we just give this up and I’ll make it worth your while over there?”
He laughs, “You’re really not feeling this are you?”
You jog a little longer in silence - on your part, besides your heavy breathing. Marc kindly mentions your form ever so often, helping to correct you and reminding you to breathe.
“You don’t even look warm.” You sigh.
“Practice.” He grins.
You roll your eyes, “Egyptian god interference more like.”
“What was that?” He raises his eyebrows at you, but you know it’s playful.
“Egyptian gods!” You say a little louder, making your voice as cheery as possible.
He snorts. “If that helps you sleep at night.”
“No,” you pout, being silly on purpose. “You’re meant to argue with me.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.” He pretends to think, “Gotta catch me then.” and breaks into a sprint.
You swear loudly and race after him. “I’m gonna rub my sweaty face all over you!”
He giggles, “I’m counting on it!”