England's mind is a swirl of thoughts, mostly revolving around Milo. He can't help but steal glances at her legs, the way her Doc Martens sink slightly into the mud with each step, the way the dim forest light bounces off her calves.
His heart races as he imagines what it would be like to just say something, anything, to her. But each time he opens his mouth, the words fizzle out. He's seen Milo turn down countless guys, anyway- she's not kind when she's saying no.
Suddenly, the light on the back of her legs starts to glow golden instead of murky-green. England glances up. They did it! They're out of the forest!
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