Rosalie loved to go out into the woods with me. We'd leave Pahaska Teepee and venture out into the cool and misty evenings of the Yellowstone woods. We were out this particular evening, when normally we'd be a sexy and sweaty mess in the sheets.
We walked quietly, hand in hand, during this, our sweet summer of love and passion and sex. Every day sex, anywhere we could sex.
We walked on, into the night.
"I can't tell you everything that happened to me. I simply cannot. There is no way, I've too many secrets. If you knew them all, you wouldn't love me anymore."
Into the woods. Into the cool. Into the night. Into the secrets.
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