Was it a bad idea to cut down my own tree? Probably. Was I still going to do it? Yep. I had no choice. So I hoped for the best and expected the worst.
Yet I could barely swing my axe never mind cut through an entire tree trunk. Naturally, the hot, buff mountain man cut his own down easily.
When he offered his help, I said yes just to watch his muscles flex. But little did I know, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me or my curves. Now he was taking home two trees and me.
