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irises were a
darker blue, sky blue, and warm. He didn’t move or say anything, only looked at
me. His face was close to mine, and the warmth that streamed from his body was
intoxicating. I leaned forward and pushed my lips against his.
    He froze for a moment, but then he kissed me back. I
turned so I was lying on my back and his arm over my pulled me closer, against
his body. He was lean and muscled, just as I’d thought, and I could feel his
washboard-abs through his fur coat. He didn’t have morning breath, either. How
did he sleep and not have morning breath? I was sure I tasted terrible. But
with the way he was kissing me it didn’t seem to bug him.
    I ran my good hand over his arm and up his shoulder,
around his neck and twirling my fingers in his hair. He shifted even closer to
me, placing one leg between my mine, and pressed his body firmly against mine.
I sighed into his mouth.
    I tried to move, but pain shot through my shoulder. The
sharp throbbing ache ripped me out of the spell I was in, and I snatched my
head away from him.
    “What are you doing?!” I cried out.
    “Hey, I wasn’t doing anything. You started it.” He looked
calm, controlled. I felt like I was going to lose it. I felt disoriented,
rocked off my axis. I felt like I wanted to kiss him again. And again. And do
everything else with him because he drew me like a magnet.
    But that was the problem. How could I control myself
around this man? He made me lose control all the time and I hated it. I wasn’t
the kind of person that lost control.
    “Get away from me,” I said, scrambling backwards. My body
complained about the sudden movement and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder
again.
    “The sun is up. Let’s just get home,” I said. George
shrugged and got up. The fire he’d made the night before was just a pile of ash
now. I wondered vaguely if there was some kind of rule against making campfires
on the mountain. Maybe survival didn’t count as a trespass.
    He started walking in a direction.
    “Why won’t you just leave me alone?” I demanded, following
him. He stopped and turned around to look at me.
    “I came to get you because you would probably have died
out here last night,” he said. His voice was still calm even though in his eyes
a storm was brewing.
    “Well, I don’t want you to rescue me. I don’t need you.” I
knew I sounded like an idiot. I was being childish. I was angry at myself, not
at him. But there was no way I was going to admit to that. He had to take the
fall because I had to get away from him before I did something drastic. Like
sleep with him.
    “Just tell me which way to go, and I’ll find my own way
home,” I said.
    “You’re seriously going to this back in my face?” He was
angry now. He had a white circle around his mouth and his breath came in quick
gasps that made small circles of mist around his face.
    “Just show me,” I said again. He raised his eyebrows and
sighed, but then he pointed in a direction. I stomped past him. I didn’t need
him. I didn’t want to need him. I hated that my body said otherwise.
    I stomped through the trees. It was more difficult now
that I didn’t have George to follow to the easier passages, but I could make
it. It was light enough for me to see, and it couldn’t be far now. I climbed
over a log and stepped around a couple of branches. The snow had changed under
my feet and I had better footing. I was confident I could do this now.
    A twig snapped behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned. If
he was following me…
    I looked into the face of a mountain lion.

Chapter
5
    Its yellow eyes were dangerous, with black pinpricks for
pupils. It made a low growling sound at the back of its throat. I glanced down
at its paws. It had sharp black nails.
    So, definitely dangerous animals in a tourist area, then.
This one wasn’t going to turn into a human, too. This time I was really in
trouble.
    I was rooted to the spot. Too scared to move, too hurt to
run, too