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He zipped his jeans and then put his shoes on before walking back over to me.  He suddenly cupped my face with his hands, leaned his forehead against mine and smiled at me. 

“I don’t think you understand how much I love you, Riley.” His voice was low and deep and his lips brushed over mine quickly before pulling away again.

“I think I do, but you can keep showing me,” I replied softly.

“My pleasure.”

He pulled me closer, kissing me harder.  His wet shirt pressed against mine and his hands entwined in my matted hair.  A moment later, he groaned softly and pulled back.  He was breathing heavily as our eyes met. 

“We should get back.  It’s almost time for dinner,” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah, we should,” I said, just as out of breath as he was.   

He laced his fingers with mine, and led me back to the mule.  I snuggled in close to him as we drove back to his house. 

“I love you, Jesse.”

He kissed the top of my head and then pushed down hard on the accelerator, causing us both to burst out laughing as we lurched forward.