Eleven: Sloane

Rocks dug into my knees as I dropped to the ground, but I pressed my lips together to silence the whimper of protest at the action. Still, I couldn't let anyone hear me. What I was doing was wrong and impulsive.

It was the kind of decision that would make my mother's head spin around on her shoulders in rage like a possessed doll.

Still, I couldn't help but picture my future mate's reaction to seeing me in this position.

How many times would I have to do this in my life? Would it be daily or weekly?

I dropped my hands to the ground, looking over my shoulder to ensure my feet stayed hidden as I dropped down to lay on my stomach. The large shed housing landscaping materials and tools hid me easily, as did the wall only two feet away from my shoulder on my other side.

My nose twitched as the mud began to dry and itch, and I squeezed my eyes shut to fight off the sneeze that would give away my location. There was no way I was showing my face today. I would rather fight a wild bear than dea