This is me. This is what I want. I could trade it all today, for this. Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever stepped into a place and just known that you were meant to be there?

The signs include warnings of wildlife dangers. I can’t help but wonder if they should also have warnings for idiot girls who follow guys they hardly know into the swamp.

What hold does Alaksa have on them? What makes this place worth giving everything else up?

The moment they capture me, the moment I see that face, I know it’s her.

I don’t care about any of it. All I want to do is lean forward and kiss him. Steal him away from the bad stuff, convince him to start over because I believe he isn’t beyond saving yet.

His gentleman’s hesitation in the car earlier is gone, replaced with a confidence that provokes.

This guy is piece of work. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s a player, but that easygoing boyish charm of his somehow makes it kind of cute. And dimples. Deep dimples that pull a temporary shroud over my worry and make me feel like all is right in the world. I wonder if he’s always this flirtatious.

I want to be like water too. I want to be resilient, to go where I’m meant to go.

Kyle may not have forgotten me, but he doesn’t seem to want to remember us.

I’m now unmistakeably attracted to the yeti.