Rose

I swear that squirrel is staring at us…

“Victor…” I make eye contact with him, panting while searching his face. “As beautiful as it is out here, I’m not having sex with you in the forest. There are ants everywhere.”

His lips curve. “How about in the car, then?”

“What? Are you crazy? There are people everywhere in the parking lot!”

Victor pauses as if listening, and when we hear the faint sound of people getting shot on the paintball field, he grins. “I think ...