Meeting in the Woods

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"Where have you been?" he asks in a calm manner. I motion towards the woods behind me. "What were you doing in the woods", he asks, raising his eyebrow. "Thinking", I say, wanting to get off the subject. "About what?" I glare at him, catching on to his game. "About you", I say sarcastically. "Oh, really? I'm flattered", he says in a flamboyant voice while fluttering his eyelashes. "You should be. I don't just think about any guy", I joke. "Well, it's a pleasure to be thought about", he says, opening my door for me. He puts his hands around my waist, causing a fire to erupt in my body. He picks me up easily, like I weigh nothing and slides me into the truck, pulling my seat belt and buckling me in, before shutting the door and climbing in on the other side. "So, why do you have such a big truck?" I ask, cocking my head in a questioning manner. "It's a custom truck. It's made to fit my frame cause I'm such a big guy", he explains. I wrinkle my nose looking at him. "Not like that", he chuckles. "Oh." I immediately feel my cheeks burning red. "So how big are you?" I ask. He smirks at me. "No not like that!" I yell at him. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant how tall are you?" "You're the one who brought it up. I'm 6"7." He’s still smirking as I look at him with wide eyes. "You’re that tall!" I screech, hearing him chuckle again. I turn in my seat to look at him better. "I can't believe that", I mutter under my breath. "I don't see what's not to believe. I'm

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