Kyland smiled and steered me onto the damp trail. “By the way,” he said, “if this is your way of luring me into the woods so that you can take advantage of me, I want you to know, I’m not that kind of boy.” I snorted. “Oh, you’re exactly that kind of boy.” He looked behind him, pretending to be offended. I laughed. “And you’re the one luring me by the way. This was your idea.”
