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A Lovely Stroll Through the Woods:
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“We can talk about this!” she said, knowing that she was yelling, but she really couldn’t help herself, not when she was this freaked out!
He didn’t say anything as he placed her in the tent and that was probably for the best, she decided, ready to tell herself whatever she needed to hear at the moment in order to get through this.
“What would you like to talk about, Dani?” he asked as he flipped her over onto her back.
“Stuff?” she said absently as she watched him slowly untie her boots one by one and pull them off, all while those glimmering red eyes of his watched her.
“Stuff,” he repeated softly as he pulled her socks off.
“Yes, stuff!” she said a bit hysterically, because she was honestly a little freaked out here.
They had a system!
A well established system that allowed her to manipulate him into forgiving her so that they could get past things like this for the sake of their relationship!
“I see,” he said, unsnapping her pants so that he could drag them off and before she could object, and it was so rare for her to object to something like this, he was flipping her back onto her stomach.
“It was an accident!” she blurted out when he grabbed her by her legs and dragged her out of the safety of the tent where she at least had a chance to get things back on track.
“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully as he picked her up and threw her back over his shoulder before heading towards the river only to pause long enough to grab his backpack.
“Why are we going back to the river?” she asked, trying not to panic, but it was difficult.
He didn’t answer her, but then again, had she really expected him to?
No, no she hadn’t.
He was just screwing with her head, she told herself, because it was the only way that she was going to be able to get through this without doing something foolish like begging for his forgiveness. She’d already apologized and she wasn’t doing it again. If he didn’t like it, then he could go-
“Here we are,” he said, tossing the backpack aside and shifting her over his shoulder so that he could-
“Oh my, God! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! It was an accident!” The words rushed out of her mouth more desperately than she’d intended, but she didn’t care, not when it could save her from-
“Here,” Caine drawled, tossing her a bottle of body scrub.
“Okay?” she said, not really sure how this all fit in with his plan to terrify her.
“It’s not coming off,” he said, not sounding particularly happy as he yanked his ruined shirt off and tossed it aside, all while glaring at her as she took in the damage.
“Right,” she said, trying not to wince as she took in the plethora of colors staining his skin.
Sighing, he tore off the rest of his ruined clothes, tossed them aside, and shot her one last glare, during which she noted that he was most definitely not happy to see her. Deciding that it was the least that she could do, she stripped out of the rest of her clothes, grabbed the facecloths they’d packed in the bag and tried not to stare at the disturbing gunk that had refused to wash off during his earlier trip in the river, but it was difficult.
Thankfully, he was still glaring at her through those murderous red eyes of his so she was able to stay focused. Throwing him a smile that she hoped would be taken as a peace offering, she followed him back into the river and after a slight hesitation, she started scrubbing a particularly terrifying patch of skin caked with black clay and…other things.
Telling herself that this was what mates did for each other, she used her hand to wipe off some of the slimy clay that was covering his shoulder and did her best to repress a shudder when her hand passed through the gelatinize slime.
To be continued…
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