I pick Jack up shortly after I texted him, wasting no time to drive to my escape.
"So how was your day?" Jack asks me. "Pretty good actually. I hung out with my mom today," I tell him, causing him to smile.
He knows that my relationship with my parents isn't always ideal, so he knows how big this was for me.
"Did you talk about me?" He asks in a joking manner. "Actually, I did mention your name a time or two," I admit.
"What'd you say?" He asks. "I told her about your foot fetish and that you love to make little girls cry," I say, a look of shock and mock hurt on his face.
"You said you would keep that a secret!" He sighs. "Sorry, Jack." I reply, grabbing his hand. We both burst into laughter shortly after.
"What'd you really tell her?" He asks. "Non of your business," I smirk. "You're evil," he glares. "You still love me though," I joke. "You're right," he sighs, grinning at me.
•••
"Ok, Jack we're here." I say, jumping out of the car. Jack follows suit and soon we are both standing at the edge of the forest trees and dirt path.
"What's here?" He asks. "Just wait, follow me." I order, grabbing his arm and walking down the path. He takes his arm away from my grip and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I smile slightly but keep up my pace.
After a few minutes I see the opening to the open field that I love so much. "And here it is!" I exclaim.
I look at him, wanting to see his reaction since he hasn't said anything. He looks around with a mesmerized look.
"You like?" I ask, snapping him out of his trance. "Yeah. I never knew an open field could be so pretty." He chuckles.
"Right?! I've been coming hear since I was little. It's always been my escape and I wanted to bring you here." I tell him. "I feel honored," he smiles, walking over to me.
I look up at his eyes and he wraps his arms around my waist before pressing his lips onto mine.
In response, I wrap my arms around him and play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
As the kiss slightly deepens, Jack pulls me closer to him if possible. I let this keep going for a few more minutes before pulling away, " Let's go sit." I suggest.
We choose a spot with a good amount of shade from a lone tree, leaning against its trunk.
"Let's play a game." Jack says.
"What type of game?" I ask him.
"Rock paper scissors," he suggests.
"Why not," I shrug, holding out a fist, him doing the same.
"Ok. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Jack announces.
I hold out a paper while he holds out a rock.
"YES!" I yell, sticking out my tongue.
"Rematch," he demands. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He yells.
I hold out scissors and he holds out paper.
"DAMNIT!" He yells, making me crack up.
"Rematch," he says again, a determine look on his face.
"If you say so," I fake yawn.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Jack says. I hold out scissors again while he holds out his pointer finger and thumb.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I ask.
"It's a gun. I automatically win." He smirks.
"That's cheating!" I yell.
