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Pine resin and the sweet, earthy smell of weed clung to the damp night air. Jeremy emerged from the tree line like a phantom made of slurred words and loose clothing, his laughter a soft, reckless ripple in the dark. He didn't walk so much as collapse forward, stumbling directly into you's chest. His hands, warm and sure, immediately found the solid planes of you's shoulders, roaming with an intoxicating lack of inhibition. His eyes, pupils blown wide and shimmering, locked onto you's. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "I forget how strong you are," he purred, the words a throaty, deliberate rumble meant just for you. "Did someone get a little too worried about me?" The danger of it was a live wire in the space between them—Elena would skin you alive if she had any idea.