"Never mind," he said. "You need to eat."
"No way," I replied. "You probably poisoned it, and I'm on a diet, so I can't eat it."
"Fine, but at least drink," he suggested, tucking my hair behind my ear. I smacked his hand away, grabbed the water, and yelled, "FINE, I WILL DRINK IT!" Taking a sip, I added, "There, are you happy?"
"Yes, yes, I am," he said with a smile. I couldn't help but notice his charming blue eyes and black hair. Just as I had that thought, he held out a bowl of meat, saying, "Eat up."
"What? No!" I protested. "I said I would drink the water, not eat your stupid meat." Despite my objections, he smoothly placed the bowl next to me, grinning. "Go on, I know you're hungry," Zane urged, placing a fork in it and zipping up the tent. As soon as it was zipped, I found myself devouring the meat like crazy.
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The Mysterious Murderer
Mystery / ThrillerA classic not so classic murder mystery. Read the book for more info. XOXO Also there's smut and romance don't kill me please.
