IVY“I’m disgustingly dirty,” I muttered as I unzipped my gear and peeled it off. The fabric was stiff, clinging to sweat which smelled thick around me.Elvis leaned back on his elbows, giving a lazy grin.“You smell like mud and dirt,” he teased. “But I can fix that. It's my job.”I was slightly embarrassed when he said so and my face became heated up.I flicked my hair over my shoulder, not sure if he was joking. My arms were sore, and the dirt felt permanent, like something that would never wash off.But, deep down I knew that this was something that could go off.“You always have ideas,” I replied dryly and he pushed to his feet.He held out his hand and urged me to hold onto it.“Come with me,” he said and for some reason, his voice made me follow. It was not a command. It was gentle pulling.He led me away from the fire and we walked over the old leaves on the ground.I jogged beside him, with my bare feet hitting the cold earth.“This stream is just ahead. We would be there in
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