Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Oliver flinched slightly as teeth flashed inches from his face. "Okay, okay, you win," he conceded to his female companion. "Just don't bite my face off please."

Holly lost her composure and started laughing, giving Oliver a chance to squirm out from underneath her. He watched her for a moment. She was a lot different from the girls he'd known growing up. For one, she was not ashamed to be seen with him, and for another she kicked total ass. Where he was from, most girls expected to be doted on.

Oliver yawned, feeling quite fatigued from all the chasing and rough play. "Jeez, you've worn me out," he told her.