  &quot;Are you okay?&quot; I asked as I looked down at Ethan who was holding his leg.
  &quot;My foot's stuck.&quot; He hissed. &quot;It's hurting a lot.&quot;
  &quot;Wait.&quot; I carefully made my way toward him and saw that his foot was stuck between two rocks. &quot;I'll move the rock.&quot;
  I bent over the two closely placed rocks blocking his foot and pulled away the smaller one.
  Ethan's foot was freed but he was in pain.
  &quot;I think it's sprained.&quot; He said. I placed his foot on a rock and took off his shoe and socks. A small lump was starting to form on his ankle and the area looked tender to touch.
  &quot;Try to move it little.&quot;
  He did as I told. &quot;Ah, fuck.&quot;
  &quot;Does it hurt a lot?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah. I can't move it much.&quot;
  &quot;I'm sorry for not catching you.&quot;
  &quot;It's not your fault. I was a little careless, thinking you mig

  &quot;Ahhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Oh yeahhhhhhhh.&quot;
  &quot;Harder!&quot;
  &quot;Faster!&quot;
  &quot;Ah fuck.&quot;
  &quot;You've got to stop moaning like that. If someone were to hear you, they might get the wrong idea.&quot; Ethan said, while his hands worked magic on my bare skin.
  &quot;I know. But you're making me feel so good. I can't help it.&quot; I said as my fingers bunched up the bedsheets.
  &quot;At least don't be so loud!&quot; Ethan panicked, visibly embarrassed.
  I chuckled. &quot;Okay, I'll try. You keep up what you're doing.&quot;
  After we had dinner and decided to go to our cabin, Ethan noticed my neck and back muscles were still sore so he offered to massage it for me and that was why I couldn't stop moaning. He could be a good masseur.
  &quot;Does it hurt?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah a little.&quot;
  Ethan kept massaging my back and neck for a long time after which

  &quot;So what's my score for last night's date?&quot; I asked the moment he opened his door.
  &quot;Huh...&quot; he said, glancing around confusedly. &quot;Ah...the date.&quot;
  &quot;Well...?&quot;
  &quot;I just woke up. Be a little patient, Juliet.&quot;
  &quot;But I waited for nine hours since our date ended!&quot;
  &quot;Then wait for a few more.&quot;
  &quot;Okay.&quot;
  We both headed downstairs for breakfast.
  &quot;So I know what I have to do for our next date.&quot; I said as soon as we were done and Ethan was about to go get ready for work.
  &quot;Juliet, you don't have to rush things. Take your time planning them.&quot;
  &quot;I know but I also know that our next date is going to be so much fun. I can't think of anything better than it.&quot;
  &quot;Are you sure?&quot;
  &quot;Of course. Why? Did you not like last night's date?&quot;
  He shrugged. &quot;I don't k

&quot;Are you okay?&quot; I asked as I looked down at Ethan who was holding his leg.
  &quot;My foot's stuck.&quot; He hissed. &quot;It's hurting a lot.&quot;
  &quot;Wait.&quot; I carefully made my way toward him and saw that his foot was stuck between two rocks. &quot;I'll move the rock.&quot;
  I bent over the two closely placed rocks blocking his foot and pulled away the smaller one.
  Ethan's foot was freed but he was in pain.
  &quot;I think it's sprained.&quot; He said. I placed his foot on a rock and took off his shoe and socks. A small lump was starting to form on his ankle and the area looked tender to touch.
  &quot;Try to move it little.&quot;
  He did as I told. &quot;Ah, fuck.&quot;
  &quot;Does it hurt a lot?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah. I can't move it much.&quot;
  &quot;I'm sorry for not catching you.&quot;
  &quot;It's not your fault. I was a little careless, thinking you might be the one to fall.&quot;
  &quot;What're we going to do? There's still thirty minutes 

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