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So this was what a "fling" was like.
It sounded so casual, like tossing a Frisbee. Since Brianna had never had a fling before, she didn't know what they were supposed to feel like. Maybe flings were supposed to make your heart fill with joy when you heard a knock on your cabin door at night. Maybe flings always made you want to take care of your lover, to make him grilled peanut-butter-banana sandwiches because he'd never tried them. To rub his shoulders when those shadows passed across his face.
Maybe flings were supposed to be like that—all passion and fire until it burned out. Or got snuffed out by reality.
Brianna considered herself a grounded person. After all, she worked in the dirt for a living. But these days, she felt as if she were walking on air. That phrase "head in the
