An Unexpected Summer
I fight through the pain, ignoring the blood streaming down my leg and force myself to my feet.
I am so damn embarrassed, and I don’t look back. I don’t need the handsome stranger to see me in agony with tears running down my cheeks. I limp my way back to my cabin, and it is a struggle. I stumble slightly, “Easy, sweetness.” I hear a male voice say from behind me, and he is holding me up, “That looked like a painful one. Are you okay?” he asks. His accent is different from mine. I am from Oregon, and he sounds like he could be from New York, “Fine.” I reply, refusing to look at him.
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