Candor or Dauntless: Truth or Dare (Watty Awards 2013)

Part 18: Tobias, Tobias, Tobias

I wake up later to my alarm. Tobias is passed out next to me, his arm thrown over me.
I shake his shoulder and he moans, "5 more minutes."
I smile, "Nope. I'm going to show you the garden." I pick his arm up and place it next to him. He groans but sits up. I grab a change of clothes and walk to the bathroom to change. I put on loose black shorts and a black spaghetti-strap shirt. I walk out and Tobias is sitting on the edge of the bed, with no shirt. I blush immediately. He sees me and walks towards me.
He towers over me and smiles, "Remember the day you told me about your fear? When I showed you my tattoos?"
I nod, "Yes, I do remember."
He smirks, "I have a new one."
He glows, "Wanna see?" He's still a little...overly excited. I nod and giggle. He turns around and shows me his left side.

His left shoulder has a Ferris Wheel. It's black and white, with two small figures hanging on the rungs. I smile.
He coughs, obviously uncomfortable, "Do you like it?" He asks. I walk to his face and look up into his dark blue eyes.
"I love it." I wrap my arms around his waist and embrace him. He hugs me back intently. He pulls away and smiles.
"Ready?" I ask him. He nods.
I raise my eyebrows, "Maybe a shirt?"
He smiles, "Oh, yeah." He bends down and rustles through his bag. He pulls out a bright red shirt. He pulls it on in one swift movement and grabs my hand. We walk to the secret garden. I open the doors and the moist air hits my face.
He smiles and looks around in wonder, "This place is beautiful!" He rejoices. I sigh, the serum's not completely worn off yet. He's still holding my hand.
"Where are those Katniss plants at? They were amazing." He says. I take the lead, climbing over the roots of the tree, still holding his hand. He struts over the roots, nimbler than me. We reach the stream and I bend down. Tobias kneels next to me. Carefully, I tug at the roots of the plant and they slowly release. I turn towards Tobias to hand him some roots and he presses his lips to mine.