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“Only me and un with his “Hold your gun up”

“There’s two of you? Heaven help us” I try to obey but my arms are watery

“You’ll be pleased to knoe’re nothing alike”

“Do you see him much?”

“No” He assesses the course in front of us

“Why not?”

“None of your business” Sheesh

I can see Danny in the distance stalking through the trees in the skir rope between us I give hi Joshua raises his gun and shoots hih with sharpshooter accuracy, then sniffs derisively

“What gives? I’ainst y

ou,” Danny shouts He calls out to his flag ht limp

“That was unnecessary, Joshua Very bad sportsmanship”

We begin to ht on his feet as he sidesteps a volley of shots, bu close by, but there are still two of our opponents out there

“Quiet,” we hiss to each other in unison and look at each other The worst place to play the Staring Game is in the middle of a live paintball session

I have to lean ainst the tree to look up at him properly His eyes are a color I’ve never seen The thrill of live action combat electrifies hi his face How do I ever e to keep my composure under those fierce eyes?

We’re pressed together My skin instantly sensitizes, and when I glance sideways I get a peripheral glimpse of his curved, heavy bicep My heart stutters when I re it, tiltingsweet He is looking at