"Run?" "I want to chase you. Catch you. Fuck you in the forest like a wild animal." His eyes glint in the moonlight, dark and dangerous. My adrenaline spikes. "Yes," I breathe, my muscles tensing, getting ready to put up a fight. This feeling–blood rushing, heart pounding–is what I live for. "Then run," he growls, backing up a step and setting the stuffed cow safely against a tree.
