After a moment of catching our breath, I sit up, looking around nervously for any sign that we've been discovered. "We should probably get going," I suggest, my voice still shaky from the aftereffects of our encounter. "Before anyone sees us." With another glance in your direction, I add, "Or before you decide to chase me again."

You laugh softly, reaching out to help me up. "I'm not done with you yet," you tease, your eyes gleaming playfully. "

I flush even deeper at your words and take your hand, letting you pull me back to my feet. "We better not get caught then," I say, a small giggle escaping me despite my attempts to remain stern. With that, we begin to move off through the trees, our bodies still tingling from the recent intimacy as we continue our game of tag and chase in the forest.