The night is young...

...and our hearts are running free.

CHAPTER 6

~ 11:34 PM ~ Boulevard Suchet, Paris ~

Caleb had decided to get off at the corner of the street so that they could walk the last part of the journey.

By now, he was sure there was no need to stall anymore. He desperately wanted Hanna to see what he had prepared for them, with a little help from Sèbastien. But he also feared that rushing things would only thwart his plan. Plus, he figured it wouldn't hurt if he took the chance to cool down a little after things between them had heated up so quickly during the car ride.

Meanwhile, Hanna had noticed that they were no longer in the throbbing heart of the city. They had been dropped off in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, and apart from them, there wasn't a single soul out on the street. She had an inkling that Caleb was leading her someplace quiet; she just couldn't tell where that place was or how the heck he'd found out about it.

Hanna had waited on the sidewalk, watching Caleb as he paid the fare and exchanged a few words with the driver. When he saw the rattled expression on Hanna's face, he hurried to explain, "It's not that far from here. Maybe a quarter of a mile or so." Then, he took her hand and led the way.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the quiet street in Paris' posh west and Caleb was brooding over the thousand ways in which his plan could go awry. He was starting to get nervous again and his mind conjured up a zillion possibilities as to how Hanna could react. Would she like it? Would she run away from it? He had no idea, yet, as to what it actually looked like. Sèb had promised that he'd take care of everything, and Caleb had been left hoping for the best.

In his mind, he was replaying the four weeks since they had started dating, trying to convince himself that everything would work out. They'd had a dozen dates already and they'd had a really great time on every single one of them. He thought that things were going well, albeit slowly, but tonight – he wanted tonight to be the most special date of all. Not that many 17-year-old high school students were given the opportunity to spend a night out on the town in Paris, of all places. But Caleb, he had been given a chance at having a date that could turn into the most important night of his incipient relationship with Hanna.

"Where did you learn to speak French that well?" Hanna curiously asked as she let go of his hand in order to thread her arm through the gap between his sweatshirt and jacket so she could feel close to him again. Caleb welcomed the feeling of her body nestling into his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

He smiled at her question, wondering that she had been able to hold it back for so long. Had she never paid any attention during French class?

"I used to live with a French foster family in Salt Lake City and they made me go to an all French speaking middle school," he explained. "It was hard at first but I learned a lot there. That was one of the better experiences I had with foster families for once. Plus, now, I have Sèb. He's really been helping me a lot since I got here."

"Wow. I never knew that. Is there anything else that you haven't told me?" Hanna asked, excited to hear about another little piece of the puzzle that was his life.

"I'm pretty sure there is. But I intend to save it for our next vacation together," Caleb teased her. "Gotta keep those surprises coming, you know."

They both chuckled and let the silence of the night fall over them, until Caleb suddenly stopped in front of house number 54. "Okay, we're here."

Hanna looked up at the building, searching for a plaque or anything that might clue her in as to what kind of place they were visiting. But all that she could see in the dark was a low balcony and a couple of windows. "Where are we? Is this some kind of museum? Why is it all dark inside? Is this where you wanted to surprise me? In there? Is this some secret restaurant or a club that you only get into if you have an invitation? Aw, are we going dancing?"

Caleb inwardly enjoyed the fact that Hanna always went into babbling mode when Hanna was excited about something. At the same time, he was afraid that she would be disappointed when she found out what it really was. "Uhm, this is where my host family lives," he said, his voice more hoarse than usual.

Hanna swallowed. "Oh, okay," she said vaguely while trying very hard to keep that little smidgen of uneasiness that was creeping up her belly under control.

He tried reading her face, but this time, his radar failed him. If she had any idea what he was up to, she was good at hiding her emotions. This was a good sign, he kept telling himself, as it meant that he hadn't scared her off by taking her to unfamiliar grounds.

"Do you wanna come inside?" he asked with a trembling voice as his nervousness resurfaced. Due to the blood whooshing in his ears, he almost didn't hear her whispery "Uh-huh" in reply. Caleb let go of her shoulder and walked over to the front door. There, he entered the four digits into the small wall-mounted panel that would grant him access to his temporary home and led her inside the building. A dim night light in the hallway was all that they were met by.

Suddenly, Hanna was overwhelmed by a strange fear. She slowed down a little as soon as she had stepped into the house, wondering about what he could possibly want to surprise her with here in this place. She doubted that he would want her to meet his host parents on his first night in their home. Her thoughts went back to a mere forty-five minutes ago when she had found out about a whole new side of Caleb, one that she didn't know he would have been capable of showing to her. Reminiscing about how he had told her that he loved her, and the warm, fuzzy feeling that the moment had caused deep inside of her, she decided to have faith in the idea that, whatever the surprise was, it had to be something good. She let Caleb take the lead as he walked her through the long stretch of corridor, which ended at a second door at the other end of the house.

As they reached the back door, Caleb noticed that Hanna had become very quiet. "Am I trying too hard, Hanna?" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice. "I mean if you'd rather I take you home now, I will."

She gazed into his dark, expressive eyes, and the feeling in her belly changed to a wondrously exciting tingle. "No, I'm good," she huffed at him.

On a whim, Caleb bent down and kissed her, testing the waters. His gentle push caused Hanna to lean back against the wall while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Next, his lips moved from her mouth to her ear, kissing her there ever so gently before his teeth started to nibble her earlobe.

Hanna began to squirm beneath him, reacting to the ticklish feeling of his tongue grazing over the shell of her ear. A loud sigh slipped from her mouth. She felt torn between giving in to his temptations and wanting to shush him because it… was… so… good.

When she noticed one of his hands on her breast and the other one squeezing her butt, she had to pull the ripcord. "Caleb?" His mouth traveled down her neck and she had to raise her arms so that her hands framed his face in order to ease him off of her; he obviously hadn't heard her. "Caleb, please stop it… as much as I like it when you do that…" His lips touched down on hers again, "… Or that… hmmmm…" Another kiss, and his teeth nibbling at her lower lip caused her to moan again, but louder this time... "If you keep doing that then we're gonna wake up Mr. and Mrs. Whatstheirname and their neighbors. I don't want you to get into any trouble." She was whispering now, "Besides, this would be a great opportunity to tell me about your surprise."

"Their name is Thibault." He cleared his throat and chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. Sèb's parents and his grandparents are the only people living in this building, and I've already told you that they're with their daughter and her new baby somewhere in the South. And it just so happens that they called late this afternoon to tell us that they couldn't get tickets for an earlier flight home today, so they'll be flying back to Paris early tomorrow morning."

When he saw the sudden anxiousness in her eyes after having sprung this home alone situation on her, he put his sad puppy dog face on, feigning defeat. "Ok, I have an idea… Why don't we go outside? There's a nice backyard and a bench where we could sit down and talk or… not talk," he said suggestively.

Hanna took a moment to consider his offer before she shot him a questioning look and said, "So it's just Sèb upstairs, alone in the apartment? Then why aren't we going upstairs? You said you had something prepared for us? What is it? Dessert? A movie?"

"Sèb is upstairs celebrating his anniversary with his girlfriend," he explained, but Hanna ignored his submission.

"Is it a romantic French movie where we don't understand what they're saying and we have to read all the subtitles until we have to resort to freeze-frames of the movie so that we can keep up with the action? And eventually, we end up making out on the couch like we always do?" She ended her little rant when she had run out of breath to speak and looked at him expectantly.

"Are you done now?" Caleb grinned at her before opening the heavy metal door. He put his foot in the doorway to prevent it from slamming shut again. "You'll see in just a second."

Just as he was about to position himself behind her in order to cover her eyes with his hands again for another moment of heightened suspense, Hanna grabbed his hands, stilling his movement. "Caleb, I had a wonderful time tonight. Whatever it is that you wanted to show me behind that door… You don't have to try so hard to impress me. I mean, you and me kissing under the Eiffel Tower, it was overwhelming. It was so romantic and so much better than it would have been had I seen it for the first time in daylight with Mr. Gilbert and all the other students around."

"Close your eyes." Caleb decided to ignore her mention of their old teacher. When he saw that Hanna had closed her eyes, he gave the door a not-so-gentle nudge with his foot and carefully pushed her forward until she started walking through the open door. Outside, he hesitated for a moment, taking in the scenery in front of him. He inwardly thanked Sèb; he had truly delivered!

Caleb let the door fall back into the latch and stepped aside so that he could see Hanna's face. "Ok, open your eyes." He waited anxiously for her reaction and was surprised to see that she was tongue-tied.

Hanna swallowed as she checked out her surroundings. A surprisingly large garden stretched out right in front of her eyes. There was a pebbly path which was illuminated by countless tea lights. It wound its way through a vast lawn, circling several evergreen trees before it ended at a somewhat glowing weeping willow at the far end of the backyard. Hanna squinted her eyes in order to see better, but failed to find out where the glow in the distance was emanating from.

She opened her mouth as if to start speaking only to close it again with a lost and helpless look on her face. "Caleb!" She finally managed to breathe. "It's so beautiful!" She took another step forward onto the pebbled path, Caleb trailing behind her as she explored the entirety of the garden.

Having walked along the tea lights, all the way to the weeping willow, Hanna finally realized something. The glow which she had seen from the back door of the building was coming from a few dozen of fairy lights, which were attached to the branches and twigs. Hanna stepped through the dense wall of branches; she wanted to see the impressive view from a different perspective. The branches were hanging so low that they almost touched the ground, forming a kind of cave, with the fairy lights illuminating it from inside.

There, Hanna realized what else Caleb had been planning for them. A tent had been set up right underneath the treetop, and she could see blankets and pillows piled up in the bright light of a lantern, waiting for them behind the tarp.

Nope, this definitely wasn't Notre-Dame. Actually, this night was going to be a far cry from devoting herself to holy activities during midnight mass, she thought. Suddenly, the feeling of having a thousand butterflies in her stomach, all struggling to flap their wings at the same time, was raging through her body again.

Caleb had joined her beneath the treetop. "Sèb helped me prepare this," he said as he shyly dug his hands into the depths of his pants' pockets.

"So, that's what you meant when you said he's been helping you a lot since you got here?" Hanna asked vaguely, stalling.

"Yeah. You know... Sèb... he's not just the son of my host family. Actually, we have been friends for a while now. We met in Allentown when he was an exchange student at my high school there. He was the only sane person in that place… a cool guy, and we had a lot in common. We still do. He really helped me through some difficult times there. I left town when he went back to France. We've been in touch ever since, skyping and tutoring each other."

"Sèb has been tutoring you in French? Why did you need tutoring? You said you had that family and that school in Salt Lake that taught you the language. What is it he taught you that you didn't already know?"

Caleb slowly moved closer to her. "Oh, there's plenty of things I had never heard or said before." When he was standing right in front of her, he leaned forward and nuzzled her ear, kissing the ticklish spot right behind it that always made her squirm in pleasure. "Like… J'aime tes jambes; elles sont si longues et sexy." [I love your legs. They're so long and sexy.]

"More!" Hanna huffed at him.

"Tes yeux sont si beaux et j'aime la façon dont ils me regardent maintenant." [Your eyes are so pretty and I love the way that they're looking at me right now.]

She kept her eyes fixated on his mouth and smiled at him, hoping that it would motivate him to keep going. Then, she heard him comply with her silent plea.

"À chaque fois que tu souris, tes fossettes apparaissent et moi, j'ai envie t'embrasser si fort." [Every time you smile, it brings out your dimples and I just want to kiss you so hard.]

Hanna felt both shy and embarrassed. She hadn't understood every word that he'd said but at the same time, she didn't dare ask for a translation, thinking that he'd make fun of her lacking language skills. And if she was being truly honest with herself, it didn't really matter what he had said. There was something about Caleb talking to her in French that stirred something inside of her that she couldn't really pinpoint. For all she cared, he could have asked her to help him mow the lawn in the backyard, or chop some wood for the fireplace that she imagined his wealthy host family would probably have in their apartment upstairs. It had such an erotic undertone; she couldn't get enough of it.

Their eyes met again. "Anything else you've always wanted to tell me?"

Caleb recognized the small smile playing at her lips and knew that he had just been given his cue. "J'ai envie de coucher avec toi ces soir." [I want to sleep with you tonight.]

At hearing him say out loud what she had been thinking for a while, her throat went dry and all she could mutter was, "Oh!"

She didn't want Caleb to see her blushing or looking like a deer caught in headlights, so she turned away from him. "Um… um… I… I think I dropped my purse in the hallway, let me just…" She lied to him as she quickly pushed some branches of the willow tree aside in order to step back out into the vastness of the garden.

Caleb's heart sank and he felt like he wanted to slap himself in the face for scaring her away like that. He called after her, "Hanna, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I hadn't meant to…" He was scrambling to find the right words in order to comfort her and kind of take back what he had said.

Hanna instantly felt her quickened breathing return to normal. She had been taken by surprise by her own reaction and didn't even know why she was suddenly feeling so overwhelmed with fear. She took a few steps on the gravel before she hesitated and eventually stopped dead in her tracks. After she had taken a few deep breaths in and out, she had regained her composure. She heard the fairy lights clattering in the tree behind her and knew that Caleb would be by her side again within seconds.

"Han? I brought you here because I wanted to be alone with you for a while. I don't want you to think that the inevitable has to happen tonight. It's just that you were looking at me with your big blue eyes... that...that I couldn't help myself and just said what's been on my mind ever since you told me you love me. That was just... such a turn-on." He stepped closer to her and gently touched her arm to get her to turn around. "I know that I said that I'd planned this, but I swear I would be more than happy to just lie in each other's arms and just… be together."

When she didn't budge, he moved in front of her and let go of her arm. "After hearing you say it, I felt so overwhelmed… Hanna, you have no idea what that did to me. I just wanted to feel as much of your love as I possibly could… For the first time… I mean this was the first time…"

All words left his mind when he saw Hanna's reaction; all kinds of emotions were being displayed on her face. His heart ached when he noticed that tears had pooled at the corners of her eyes. "Hanna, please, tell me what's wrong. Was this too much? Was it something I did or said?"

"No, no, no! Of course not, Caleb. It's me. It's my problem. I just don't know how to tell you," she sniffled. "It's a little… embarrassing."

Caleb turned to face her. He gently took her hand in his. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you? You can trust me."

"Can I, Caleb? Can I really?"

He smiled at her tenderly. "Of course, you can. Remember? I love you." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently.

She was stiff in his embrace. He pulled away, only to see another bout of silent tears rolling down her face.

"Hanna, whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You can tell me. Here, if you're embarrassed, why don't I put my arms around you, you can lean back into me and tell me everything without looking at me. That might help." He pulled her into his side, placing one arm lightly around her shoulders. Together, they stood and watched the flickering flames of the tea lights throwing small shadows at the meandering path.

"Caleb, have you ever… I mean I think… no, I'm sure that you have… um, how many… have you ever…?" Hanna turned and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry. I know I'm totally ruining your surprise by sucking all of the romance out of this."

He carefully pulled her away from his body and led her to a bench from where, by daylight, one would be able to see the entire backyard. The bench stood in a dark spot, and Caleb found it was just the right place to sit down and have the conversation that she obviously felt uncomfortable with. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. "Ok, Hanna. What are you trying to ask me?"

She felt her cheeks flush bright red. "Have you ever, you know, been with a girl?"

"Oh." He had a sudden thought. " Oh! That's what you've been thinking about?"

Her usually bright blue eyes shone darkly in the scarce light in that corner of the backyard. Hanna glanced down shyly; she couldn't meet his gaze. "Caleb, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I'm not as good at relationships as I look. I've never… actually… been with a guy… that way."

"Oh." Caleb voiced his astonishment and gathered her closer in his arms while trying to collect his thoughts. Hanna Marin, Homecoming Queen of Rosewood High… was still a virgin. He felt a surge of protectiveness run through his body.

Hanna buried her face in the crook of his neck, somewhat ashamed of herself. "I've only ever had one boyfriend and he didn't want to sleep with me."

"What? Why?" Caleb asked as his hand drew lazy circles all over her back in order to soothe her.

"He's the son of our minister and he was in some sort of club where they all vowed not to have sex before they were married," Hanna scoffed at the painful memory.

"They have clubs for that?" Caleb laughed out loud. It was his way of telling her how absurd he thought the idea of it was. He held her tight and tilted his head in order to give her a small kiss on the cheek. "Hanna, that guy must have been crazy to reject you. Which is why I'm feeling really lucky right now because you might not be here with me otherwise, come to think of it."

They sat in each other's arms for a minute, taking in the silence and the twinkling lights all around them. Hanna seized the opportunity to calm herself down again after her intimate confession. With her head resting on his shoulder, she breathed in his scent - a mixture of his leather jacket and a cologne that she didn't recognize but had ultimately taken a liking to. After a moment, she had worked up the courage to ask, "So… Have you…?" She stopped and held her breath.

Feeling no need to hold anything back from her, Caleb began to recount. "It was two years ago when I was living with a foster family in Denver. They had a daughter and she'd had to go through a lot with her parents because they both had a drinking problem." Seeing Hanna's concerned look, he hurried to explain, "Oh no, no, no. It never got violent or anything. But they were never able to manage their bills or buy food, and they had trouble keeping their jobs, so she had to act like an adult early on. Somehow, we bonded over it, and one thing led to another."

He didn't have to say anything more; Hanna had lifted her head back up to nod in understanding. "But I wasn't there for much longer because, unlike her, I opened my mouth and told my social worker about her parents, and he shipped me off to Allentown. And that was that. I never saw her again."

"So, just the one then?" She asked anxiously and waited for his answer while her hands played with the long hair at the nape of his neck.

"No." Caleb admitted honestly. "There were two other girls in Allentown. They were just short flings, people I met for all the wrong reasons. I did a lot of stuff in that town which I've come to regret."

Again, she nodded. "Yeah, I understand."

"But I always used protection if that's something you're worried about." He tried to meet her gaze, but she had placed her head back down onto his shoulder, embarrassed about having brought up this whole new subject.

As Hanna pushed her head further into Caleb's neck, she let her mind drift back to the events of the evening up until that point. She loved getting to know more and more about Caleb, as every time she found out something new, she felt like it brought them even closer together. Talking about their sexual experiences though, had made her realize that, as much as she would love to know everything about Caleb's past, she really didn't want to hear about the other girls that he had been with.

Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her, and even though she knew that she probably wouldn't like the answer, she couldn't help herself and asked him, "Did you have feelings for that girl in Denver... I mean… Did you love her?"

The words had come out as a whisper, but she knew Caleb had heard her when he chuckled a little. "Why, Han? Are you jealous?" He said jokingly, awaiting her snarky reply. But when all he received in reply was silence, he shifted so that he could crane his neck and look at Hanna's face.

She was staring down at her lap, having realized that it was stupid and naive of her to think that she was the only person he had ever loved. It didn't stop her from feeling a little hurt, though, as she assumed that his reply had meant that he had loved that other girl, too. Hanna knew that Caleb loved her... he had said those three words to her tonight. But knowing that he had loved someone else before her, made her feel all the more insecure… especially, seeing as he'd had his first time with the other girl, too.

"Han?" Caleb muttered, but she didn't move, so he pulled his arm from around her shoulders and lifted her chin up so that she was meeting his gaze. "Hey, listen to me. Of course I had feelings for her but I've only ever been in love with one girl, and she just so happens to be the most beautiful and caring person I've ever met. And she is sitting right here in my arms, making me feel like the luckiest guy alive... ok?"

At hearing his words, Hanna's eyes started to glisten, and she nodded her head. Caleb leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips, gradually applying more pressure and thus putting as much feeling as possible into it, hoping that she would be able to feel how much he truly loved her.

He broke their kiss in order to look at her sincerely. "Listen, nothing has to happen tonight. Not if you're not ready. But… I don't scare you, do I? I mean I practically kidnapped you and presented you with these sleeping arrangements…"

Hanna was quick to reassure him. "No, never, Caleb. I could never be scared of you… But I'm just so nervous… about… being with a boy. I do love you, and… I really want to be with you." She shyly smiled at him. "But I'm so confused at the same time." She sniffled, stalling as she tried to decide how much she was actually willing to share with him right at this moment. But, seeing as they'd had a night of revelations, she opted to be honest with him about all of her fears. "You know… I have trouble… trusting people, and it has nothing to do with you…"

Caleb furrowed his brow at her stammering, not being able to make sense of what she was saying. But he waited patiently for her to pick up her train of thought again.

"Anyway," she rambled on with more confidence, "I think it has something to do with my dad... like… he's scarred me for life or something. I mean…"

"Wow, wait. What? Scarred you?" Caleb intervened with a concerned look on his face, "Why haven't you told me? Hanna, why has your dad scarred you? Did he do something to you?"

"Caleb, it's not what you think," Hanna retorted furiously, avoiding his gaze. She already regretted having brought up the subject, hence ruining the romantic mood. "God, no!" She exclaimed after she had realized that she might have given him completely the wrong impression. Sniffling every so often, Hanna went on to explain. "It's just that… I feel like I can never trust another man again. I mean… My dad once loved my mom and yet he left us anyway. How can parents just leave the people they love behind?" Her gaze drifted off into the distance. "Does love just disappear from one day to the next? Does being a man give you the right to sleep around and stop caring about your family?"

Hanna saw the hurt look in his face. She closed her eyes as she wept in shame. "I didn't want to ruin the moment, I'm so sorry. But since we're being completely honest with each other tonight..." She stalled and used her sweat jacket to wipe away a few tears that had welled up in her eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of emotion that the evening had conjured up within her. "Ugh, I feel so messed up!" she wailed, still not daring to look at his face.

"No, you don't," he said firmly. "You had a father who set a really bad example, just like mine. They made us think that love naturally dissipates. That it's bound to happen. It's only natural that you'd feel scared now. But that doesn't mean that every man acts that way. Would it help you if I told you that I'm scared, too?"

She lifted her teary eyes to meet his. "You are?" She felt as if she was drowning in his seemingly black eyes that radiated a sense of calm. The sincere expression on his face instantly soothed her, pushing all of her worries to the back of her mind.

"Yeah. I know that it's a huge deal for both of us, but especially for you. And I feel like now I need to make everything right in order to make this extra special."

"You've already done more for me than anybody else ever has." Hanna murmured, summing up the events of the past hour.

"Well, you deserve to have a perfect first time." Caleb paused to gather his thoughts. "For some reason, this feels like a first time for me, too, you know. I want to show you how much I love you. When I'm with you, I feel… I feel so many things that I can't even begin to describe. You're the first and only person I've ever trusted in my life. And yes, I wanted to spend the night with you. I still do. I still wanna kiss every inch of your fucking hot body and see where it takes us."

At that, a small smile appeared on her blushing face, and Hanna was glad that they were sitting in the semi-dark so that the color of her cheeks would remain obscured from his view.

"But I don't want to do anything with you that you don't want me to do. I would never force you to do something you weren't comfortable with. You believe me, don't you?" He gently stroked her cheek.

She nodded shyly, then turned her head and firmly kissed the palm of his hand.

Caleb was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions; he wanted to scoop her into his arms and run as far away as possible in order to protect her forever from any person that could possibly scare her. He was flooded with anger towards Hanna's father who had left her behind to go and live with another family, causing her such pain, and also towards that asshole who had so badly damaged her self-confidence when she had offered to share a bed with that guy and was turned down.

He was also overcome by a strong surge of desire for her, a desire to make her forget her insecurities, and give in to the demands of her body. He ached to pleasure her, to give her new and wonderful experiences, thereby eradicating painful past memories. As he stroked her shining hair, he reminded himself of the fact that he had to move slowly. "Hanna," he began, picking and choosing his words carefully, "I do want to be with you, but… I want you to want me, too. I'll wait until you're ready, I'll wait as long as you need."

"I know you will." Hanna smiled at him bravely before taking a deep breath. She had made her decision. "Caleb, I love you and… I trust you."

He looked at her, anxious as to what her next words would be. "So, does this mean…?"

Hanna got up from his lap and pulled him into a standing position before regarding him solemnly. "Everything you said… everything you did today, it was perfect. I can't think of a better place and a better time to do this. So, what was it that you said? J'ai envie de coucher avec toi ces soir."

Caleb kissed her tenderly. "You sure?"

"Absolutely," she assured him. They gaped at each other silently for a long moment, grasping the significance of the decision they had just made together.

They kissed again before taking each other by the hands. "Remind me to make you speak French to me more often," Caleb said as he started walking with her, "That was so effing hot."

"I know… right?" Hanna chimed in before they both laughed out loud and sauntered all the way back to the tent.

to be continued...

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As always, special thanks to my partner in crime, Sam and my personal tutors, Jenna and Marion. ;-)