𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

"The trail?" I ask, panicking when he stopped the car at a roundabout and headed into the forest.

"I said there's a trail, doesn't mean we're taking it."

"No trail?" I desperately ask.

"I won't let you get lost." he says, turning to face me with a mocking smile.

He had pulled off his turtle neck so that his chest was bare, so now his smooth skin flows uninterrupted over the contours of his perfect chest, his muscles no longer hidden by his clothes.

He's too perfect. There's no way I'll have a chance with such a man. My face turns into a mask of pain as I stare at the undeniable perfection that is him.

"Do you wanna go home?" he quietly asks, when he notices my pained expression.

"No," I walk forward till I'm next to him. "I'm not a good hiker so you'll have to be very patient." I answer.

"I can do that." he smiles, holding my gaze to try and lift me out of my sudden dull moment.

"Okay."

He frowns at me and grabs my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine. "If you changed your mind about staying with me, you can just tell me. I'll understand." he promises.

He thinks I'm just scared of him. What an idiot.

Yeah, I'm scared alright. Scared that he'll reject me and return me home embarrassed and unconfident.

"I'm fine." I tug onto his hand and he takes a step, leading me into the forest.

It's mostly flat, and whenever we reach a fallen tree, he lifts me up by the elbow to help me out. I never get close to falling over anything because he instantly catches me, another thing that I'm grateful for.

The whole time, I try very hard not to look at him, afraid my confidence will take another hit. The hike takes less than 15 minutes and soon enough we reach the edge of a small meadow.

It's perfectly round and filled with small colorful wildflowers. The sun sits directly overhead, filling the circle with a haze of buttery sunshine.

I slowly walk into the small circle before turning halfway to stare at him. His beautiful eyes stare into mine with a warmth I don't recognize and he smiles at me. "Nice, isn't it?" he asks.

"It's beautiful." I breathe, analyzing every detail of the small meadow.

"Very." He mutters.

I turn back to him and he opens his arms, inviting me in. I slowly walk forward, before embracing him with all of my strength. He chuckles and squeezes me, stuffing his head into the crook of my neck. "You smell really nice." he sighs.

I blush and pull away then drop to the grass, sitting in a criss-cross applesauce position. When I look back up at him, his eyes are open, curiously watching me.

"My questions." I remind him.

He drops down to the space in front of me, copying my position. "What were they again?" He playfully asks, but I can hear the real curiosity in his soft voice.

"What do you do for work? And why do you not like it?" I repeat.

He sighs and rolls onto the grass, closing his eyes as he lays on his back. I inch closer, stretching out my whole hand to trace the contours of his arm with my fingertips.

"Do you mind?" I ask.

"No, you can't imagine how good that feels." he says without opening his eyes.