You pinned yet another one of your exboyfriend's hoodies to a tree, paced a couple of yards back, and aim your bow and arrow.
Most girls burn them, shred them with scissors, or give them back, but you were different. You went to the edge of the woods, pinning the clothing to trees and used them as target practice.
You have never seen the owners of the acres next to yours, so you assumed they wouldn't mind a bunch of shredded cloth hanging next to their property.
You started firing five arrows at an almost inhuman speed, firing each one side by side where the heart would be in the hoodie.
You stopped when a voice behind you scared the shit out of you; "Damn woman. What that boy do to you?"
You whipped around, aiming at the voice behind you.
"Easy there," the man said, throwing his hands up.
You sighed, lowering your bow; "Sorry, I'm not used to seeing people in the forest."
"I have a huge property, so I've never really been in this corner of it," he laughed, holding out his hand for you to shake, "I'm Clint. I live up that way with my sister, Laura, and her kids."
"Y/n," you say, shaking his hand, "I live just down the road from y'all with my dog, Brandy."
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"The little Weimaraner (above)?"
"Good with your dogs I see."
"Just a hobby," he shruggs.
"That's a sorry excuse for a hobby."
"It gets a little boring out here some days."
"Maybe to make it less boring you could do something with me."
"Like a date?"
"Well, that's what ya called it," you reply, smirking.
"Okay. But you don't get any of my shirts!" He laughs, eyeing the different articles of clothing hanging around.
"Oh really? Then I'll just have to take one of those pretty bows you own."
"How did you..." he stuttered, tripping over his words.
You pointed to the quiver strapped to his back, smirking. He lightly laughs at himself as you strut over to him. He gives you a questioning look before you slam your lips into his. He freezes for a second before he passionately kisses back. You lean back and find your chance to run towards his house to find one of his bows.
"You better not touch my precious babies!" you can hear him yell behind you.
