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And now, it’s home to take a cold shower.
Chapter seventeen
This is how I Die...Part 2
Michelle
This is it.
Thisis how I die.
I was wrong about a hangover being the thing that would take me out. This is much worse.
When I agreed to go hiking with Dane, I thought we would simply be walking. I had no idea there would be so much climbing and crouching and other exhausting activities.
I’m doing my best to keep up and act like I’m not fazed, but I’m not sure if I’mdoing a good job. I’m pretty sure I’m wheezing and sweating way more than normal.
I should have known that lying about my love of the great outdoors would come back to bite me in the ass. Speaking of getting bitten in the ass, I’m pretty sure something just crawled into my shorts and feasted on me.
Dane turns around and asks, “You doing okay?”
“Great!” I lie in my best perky voice.
As much as I want to give up so that we can get out of here, every time he flashes me that smile, I find the will to keep going.
Well, that and the fact that after our little make out session last night, I’m excited to see more.
The man kisses like he’s an expert, which has me wondering what else he’s an expert at.
I’m a little shocked at how turned on I was by the whole thing. Yes, it’s been a decade since I’ve gotten laid, but even when I was having sex, I never was overly anxious about the prospect of it.
Now? I’m practically panting.
I was hoping he’d come inside, so that we could do more, but I was left all alone. I was so horny that I even pulled out the wand vibrator Ronnie got me and fantasized about Dane while I used it.
Twice.
Maybe tonight, I’ll get the real thing.
Earlier, Mom texted me asking how things were going. When I told her I was seeing Dane again, she insisted Eve stay one more night, so I’m free again.
Dane pauses a moment at a small overlook to stare out into the wilderness. “Man, isn’t it gorgeous out here?”
Standing next to him, I put my hands on my hips and pretend to be equally as invested in the view.
“Oh, yeah,” I agree. “Stunning.”
While I can admit that this is very pretty, I’m not sure that I see the appeal of hiking for over an hour to get to see it. I’m not sure thatanythingis worth this hike.
But I just go with it. Turning us around, he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls out his phone to aim the camera feature toward us. Instinctively, I smile although I can see on the screen that I’m looking a little rough.
“There,” he says after pressing the button. “Now, we have our first picture together.”
Pulling me close, he presses his lips to mine. It doesn’t last long, but it’s great all the same.
See? It’s things like that picture and kiss that keep me putting one foot in front of the other on this ridiculous hike.
We move forward, and I get lost in thoughts of kissing him…among other things. I’m so lost in my own mind that I barely even notice that we are no longer walking uphill, but now, we are heading back down. Good. Maybe that means we are almost done.
