She froze. There he was—leaning casually against a rusted train car, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes sparkling like he’d been waiting just for her. “You made it,” he said, voice low, teasing. “I was starting to think you’d chicken out.” “I… I’m not scared of some old train,” she shot back, though her hands trembled slightly. He laughed, that dangerous, reckless laugh that made her stomach flutter. “Cute. But it’s not the train you should be worried about.”
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