The next day, after a long shower and some well needed sleep, Shane and I returned to the jail where, the night before we had locked up the group of hunters. "Shane, wait," I pleaded as we walked over the hill, where just below lay the cells.
Shane, with his now luscious black locks and clean face turned to me. He sported a plain black shirt, that hugged his chest in all the right places. His legs were clad in some tight black jeans, that went along with the black and white converse I'd picked out for him.
Whereas I...I wore a simple dark grey shirt and some denim shorts that I futility hoped showed off my ivory legs. The pink flip flops I wore with the outfit belonged to Jess.
"What happens next?" I blushed at such a stupid question, it was ridiculous, really, I should have known th
