Wolfbane
“Yes, Jasmine, that’s me!”
“Ok, well you still remember your name, so that’s good.” He chuckled. I could feel his body shake against mine. “How old are you, Jasmine?”
I stammered, “Twenty, no, nineteen, but I’ll be twenty soon! What about you?”
He gave another small chuckle and replied, “Twenty-three.” He moved us closer to the shore, and let me off his back. Turning so he was facing me, he took my hand in his, a very intimate gesture, his large hand engulfing my small one. His palms were calloused—he must have worked a lot with his hands, or I realized, pumped a lot of iron. The water came about to my waist. He gazed at me intensely—or maybe it was just his eyes were so piercing that it fel
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