Olivia’s POV

He took my arm and pulled me deeper into the garden.

“Where are we going?”

He said nothing and pulled me deeper into the garden.

Finally, we reached a clearing with a large oak tree with wide-spread branches, and the grass was green and soft.

I was about to protest, but he picked me up, carried me bridal-style to the base of the tree, and carefully placed me on the soft grass. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that he wanted us to do ‘it’ on the grass.

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