“No, Sage,” he grunts, and keeps striding up the riverbank. “I’ve driven since before dawn to get back here.” As he speaks, I feel every one of his gritty words rumble straight through his soaking-wet chest and into my own. He refuses to set me down, or let me go, and proceeds to unhook the hinges on the flatbed. “I’ve struggled with a head full of impure thoughts about the pretty girl staying in the cabin only fifty paces from my bedroom. I’ve spent the past hour going out of my head worrying about your safety. If it isn’t already clear, you’re on my mind permanently, and I’m about done with
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