Maybe the wildness of the forest was affecting your brain, but you were starting to feel attracted to Natalie Scatorccio, the girl you hated most in the world

You went hunting, Natalie was carrying the rifle on her shoulder. Not much time passed and you arrived at the wreckage of the plane, normally you stayed there while waiting for an animal to hunt. You lay down on the metal floor, resting a little from the walk you took there. Nat placed the rifle beside her, sitting across from you

"Are you tired yet, faggot?"

The sarcastic tone that irritated you so much now caused a strange sensation in your chest, and perhaps between your legs. The way Nat's hands gripped the rifle, or her funny laugh, her husky voice in the morning, was making you feel more and more attracted to her, Damn, it's definitely savagery's fault.