Chapter 40

• Ayla POV
• I quickly ran home, my mind racing as I tried to comprehend what had happened. Time doesn’t just disappear. But the most beautiful sight I’d ever laid my eyes on dashed past me. Callan was jogging along the same path as me. He had a pair of black jogging pants on, but he was bare-chested, his muscles looked just as hulking and defined as I had imagined, his abs seemed to have abs and his arms looked so strong. His eyes locked onto mine as he jogged past, making my heart skip a beat, and I found myself turning to watch him run. His back looked muscular and toned, and I felt my heart race thinking of him and seeing him topless. As I turned back to the path, so I could get home, images of Callan flashed in my head, his well-defined muscles rippled with his movements. I felt a tug on my foot as it caught in a tree root that looped up from the ground. My body fell forward, but I was too slow to put my hands up to stop myself. My head hit the ground hard, sending a thumping pain through my brain.
• “Are you OK?” I looked up to see him standing over me.