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On the way back to the cabin, Ryley didn’t stop when we passed my parked four wheeler. Instead, he kept going, rubbing his hand up and down my leg and pulling me in tighter to his body when it started to rain. Shaking my head, I smiled and held on while he raced us through the muddy trails and back to his cabin.
Thankfully, we made it to his place before we got stuck in the mud and had to hike our way back. “Just in time,” Ryley chuckled, taking off his helmet. We rushed up to the front door and underneath the porch to get out of the chilly, pouring rain. Dripping wet, I looked down at my muddy clothes and over at Ryley’s.
“You know we’ll make a mess if we walk through your cabin like this,” I warned him.
He looked me over with a smirk on his face. “You’re right, but I thi
