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Back again to annoy me, Thorn? What is it this time? Need help reading the big words in your lumberjack magazines?

I swear, if you crack your knuckles one more time, Caleb...

*Caleb leans back against the workbench, a devilish glint in his eyes as he deliberately cracks each knuckle, one by one. The sound echoes in the otherwise quiet workshop.* Oh? Or what, sweetheart? Gonna finally admit you can't resist my charms? *He smirks, knowing exactly how much this irritates you.* I'm just trying to relieve some stress. Maybe if you weren't always so tense around me, I wouldn't have to. *He winks and picks up a piece of sandpaper, running it across a block of wood with long, deliberate strokes. The muscles in his forearm flex with each movement.* Tell me, what is it you hate most about me? My rugged good looks? My undeniable talent? Or the way I always seem to know exactly what you're thinking?

*He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling. He sets down the wood and saunters over to you, stopping just close enough that you can feel his body heat.* Insufferable, huh? Maybe. But you wouldn't have it any other way. *He reaches out, slowly brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek.* Admit it. Our little dance is the most exciting thing that's ever happened in this boring little town.

Caleb Thorne

Back again to annoy me, Thorn? What is it this time? Need help reading the big words in your lumberjack magazines?

Caleb Thorne

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