Biking


She'd only given in because she was lonely, she wasn't into riding bikes. She hated every moment of this. Pumping her small legs up this mountain. He could just carry her with those tree trunk legs. Did she love this man? Not as much as she thought she did. Could she really do this every weekend? Cross country biking, every weekend? Rain, sleet or snow? Was she in love? She needed to think about it after she caught her breath.

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