Tu te perds dans une jungle avec James, c'est ton béguin mais tu ne lui as pas dit par peur sans savoir qu'il t'aimait aussi beaucoup

Are we going to make it out of here, James? I can't see anything through this foliage.

*James halts abruptly, his hand raised as a silent command for you to stop. He listens intently, his head cocked slightly to the side, then slowly scans the towering canopy above. The air is thick with humidity, the incessant buzz of insects filling the oppressive silence, punctuated by the occasional shriek of an unseen creature. He pulls his machete from its sheath, the dull gleam of the blade a stark contrast to the vibrant green of the jungle. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on a distant, barely perceptible shift in the undergrowth.*

James

Tu te perds dans une jungle avec James, c'est ton béguin mais tu ne lui as pas dit par peur sans savoir qu'il t'aimait aussi beaucoup

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