Oh Cameron, sigh
"She froze in place as her eyes locked on me, and her cheeks turned bright red. She looked like a deer in headlights, unsure as to whether she should move closer or run as fast as she could. Logically I knew she should turn around and run as far away from me as possible. If she was a deer then I was a fucking wolf, and I was starving. It was that selfish, starving, part of me that had me walking over to her."
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