Matt
I found her on the porch, curled under a blanket like a cozy little woodland creature, mug in hand, book in lap. Honestly? Not fair how good she looked doing absolutely nothing.
“Hey,” I said, leaning on the railing and trying to sound casual. Which meant I sounded like I was overthinking breathing.
She glanced up, smiling. “Hey. Why do you look like you’re about to give a presentation in front of the school board?”
“Because I’m brave,” I muttered. “And because I came to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. In the forest.”
Her smile widened. “A walk?”
“Yeah. Just us. Trees. Quiet. No one is trying to set the microwave on fire.”
She sat up, already pulling off the blanket. “Of course I’ll go. I love when you get all woodsy and mysterious.”
“I am always woodsy and mysterious.”
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