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Gwyneth Nate takes me to the middle of nowhere. Well, not literally, but close to it. We’re heading to a cozy cottage Nate owns that’s situated on a mountain out of state. We drove for an hour to get here and now, we’re having to hike for the rest of the way, something I’ve been grumbling about for half an hour. Even though both of us are wearing hiking clothes and boots, every step feels like torture. I’m not good with physical activities, okay? Nate must know that, too, because he sighs, picks me up, and carries me on his back. All discomfort is forgotten and I release a small squeal as my body plasters itself to his. I’ll always be in awe at the ease with which he holds me, as if I weigh nothing. “I feel like such a princess,” I speak against his ear, eliciting a muscle jump in his jaw. “You do, huh?” “Look at me having someone to carry me. Am I lucky or what?” I rub my breasts against his back. He tightens his hold on my leg. “Stop it.” “Stop what?” I feign nonchalance. “Stop grind