"You're right, excuse me. I totally want to run around the woods while someone rides me like a horse. What was I thinking?" He rolls his eyes in exasperation and looks over at him, eyes flashing when something rustles in the bushes near them. A fox, maybe.
The trees are thinning out now, and Derek can see streetlights through the fan of them up ahead. "Is this going to be a habit of yours?"
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The trees are thinning out now, and Derek can see streetlights through the fan of them up ahead. "Is this going to be a habit of yours?"