I started jogging, still on the trail, still considering.
Colin would freak out if my scent went off the path; he'd think I'd gotten lost, or might be in danger, and he'd blow the whole thing by shouting my name and ending the experiment.
He was the worst person for this. I should've posted on one of the online supernatural kink boards. Someone would totally have been up for hunting me in the forest for kicks.
I glanced down at my watch. It'd been ten minutes.
Colin could easily go twice as fast as I could; where the hell was he?
The sound of pounding footsteps echoed through the trees.
Ah, there he was. I picked up the pace, trying to get that feeling of being hunted, and I glanced back over my shoulder.
Yep, definitely Colin and not some anonymous potential assailant.
I ran a little faster.
He caught up, grabbed me around the waist, and tackled me down to the side of the trail, where we landed in a puff of pine needles and a splat of mud.
