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[h3]A Mile a Minute[/h3]
[@Plank Sinatra][@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

The captain of my dream boat, Jericho Piper, dismounted the ropes in a fashion that told everyone: [color=9e0b0f]‘look how sweaty I am but in a hot way.’[/color] He threw a sniper rifle over his shoulders and turned to his students, us. 

Me.

[color=9e0b0f]"I know we're all coming back from PE or Survival. I'll give you guys one minute to catch your breath. Then we start."[/color]

Catch my breath Jericho? When you’re wearing [i]that[/i] top?

Please.

But I did, I stopped stretching, found my own place and tried to make my resilience in staring at our instructor casual. Like it was hardly a thing that I refused to stop looking at that demigod of a man. Or like I wasn’t obsessed with how his hair could look so good so long in so many ways. Or his bandaged arm, 

[i][color=#9d36ff]he’s a wounded man, I could help fix him up oh my godddddddd.

…

I need to ask Stella for her sexy nurse costume later.[/color][/i]

But before I could think one more thought that could result in someone having to up the rating of my eventual docu-drama series on HBO I received a text from one of my darlings ~

>Can't really think of any
>surprise me

Luke!! Other than my scroll telling me who sent the message how will people know who you are without a cute little calling card afterwards??

Surprise him though, huh?

I guess he wants a little of everything!

I made a mental note (one of many, obviously) to place some orders towards the end of class so I could just get everything picked up afterwards and enjoy a nice dinner with my friends. 

Wow, it has been such a short time but… I’ve really come a long way. 

Jer glanced in my direction for what amounted to about fifteen seconds. Give or take, sometimes when he looks at me my heart beats fast enough to accelerate my perception of time, frankly. But I’m pretty sure it was my general direction for fifteen seconds.

God I hope he likes crop tops.