Page 18 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Not bonuses.

Just moments of my life—mine. And added up, they matter. In the end? Those tiny moments might be the only thing that does matter.

A twig snaps somewhere deeper in the woods.

I freeze.

Slowly, I straighten.

Another rustle.

Leaves shifting.

Branches brushing together.

Something is definitely moving out there.

“Oh.”

I swallow.

“It's fine.”

Probably.

I mean, this is the woods.

Things live in woods.

That's kind of the whole point. Right?

I glance toward the darker stretch of trees.

Nothing.

Just shadows.

“It's probably a deer.”

Or a rabbit.

Or something bigger. With sharper teeth.

Gulp.

Please let it be a rabbit.

I start walking again.

Just a little faster.

Not running.

Running feels like admitting I'm scared.

And I'm absolutely not scared.

Nope.