Chapter 23 : Feminine Friction

Cruz’s POV

I hear nothing except the beating of my own heart pounding in my ears. Everything feels distant, blocked out by my rhythmic breathing. Everything that seems important is distant and negated with every step I pound against the pavement.

I usually try and mix up my schedule, running in different parks. Today is Central Park.

I have heard of the wonders of this place, but only now that I am running through the forest and trees do I really take a moment to appreciate it. This place, in a steel jungle, is a sanctuary. The amount of lush trees and bright green grass is abundant and recharges my soul.

Too often people forget to leave the city and appreciate nature in its entirety. They are too consumed by their jobs and the need to climb the social ladder.

But… on the other hand… what did I really know?