Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 13: Getting to know you

Another week passed before my eyes. There was no walk, just the usual things. It seemed like our relationship had a definite pattern. I had little time to feel really different with her. Things on the farm weren't going well, but my feelings didn't stop. Quite the contrary, I began to feel more and more impatient for her kisses, for those kind details, for those authentic, sincere smiles.

But I still felt like something was missing. A talk, an exchange of opinions, a trip to get to know each other better, to understand each other. It was a complicated task. With Mr. Tweedy around, our time was always limited. When it wasn't, which was usually at night, sleep and fatigue prevented me from doing anything other than kissing her or laughing like a teenager in love. I wondered if maybe I was one.

Fortunately, one day it was time to get out of there, to walk together without fear.

The sun was still shining, casting orange glows on the fields that made it even more romantic. It's true that I expected more from that walk, but I settled for walking beside her in silence. Close, but without touching. Walking together but separated at the same time.

It was the perfect time to get out of the routine, to have a conversation, a pleasant one. The moment to lose the fear of getting to know better that woman who was taking up more and more space in my head.

"Melisha," I said, breaking the comfortable silence. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. For a moment I thought she was going to ask me to shut up.

"Mm?" She murmured, giving me brief permission to continue talking as we turned off the road toward what looked like a tiny lake. I assumed that was our destiny.

I didn't say anything, just looked at the landscape before my eyes while she pulled me to sit on an old wooden bench.

The calm that that place gave made me regret wanting to have a conversation. I rested my head on her shoulder, looking at that sparkling water with the last rays of sun.

"Wow, this place is beautiful," I whispered, preventing my voice from disturbing the soft breeze that moved the vegetation. Melisha looked at me and gave a small smile, putting an arm around my waist.

"My sister and I used to come here when we were little girls," she commented, with the same soft tone as me. I sat up a little at that curious, unexpected fact.

"Do you have a sister?" I asked curiously, settling on her shoulder. She sighed, as if she regretted saying it. She knew me well enough to know that I wasn't going to stop asking.

"Yes, an older sister," she said tiredly, breathing deeply. I nodded interested, but silence fell between us again. An almost forced silence.

"Hey, Melisha..." I said, breaking her calm again, subtly moving away from her so I could look into her eyes. She sighed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I would like to know something about you," I confessed with bright, blinking eyes that begged for an answer that was not a "no". "You know, get to know each other better. When I started dating Hugh, we spent a whole day asking each other all kind of questions."

"I'm not your boyfriend, brat," she replied with a dark voice but without seeming to want to kill me. It was more of a statement than a brusque response.

"Well that's obvious," I replied amused. "Wait," I said, realizing that a great opportunity had presented itself to me, the opportunity to clarify certain things. "What are you then?"

She looked at me carefully, frowning. She surely wouldn't have an answer to that question.

"What are you talking about?"