Beneath the Surface

Chapter 25 - It's really not a 'date'

I let out a high pitch scream as I ran through the flower field filled with daisy's. A golden glow laying upon them by the warm beams of light created by the bright glowing star up so high in the sky. I graze my hands over them as I enjoy it, lifting my chin up so those same golden streaks can lighten up my pale skin. 

He is walking slowly, not quiet picking up on my pace. His hands in his front pockets of his black trousers, accesorised with a classy silver belt. A Black turtleneck tucked in it, its sleeves rolled up revealing a spider-like tattoo on his right arm. Around his neck rests a silver necklace. 

"This is amazing Joseph!" I scream out, my voice alight with happiness.

He doesn't answer. Instead he looks at me with a smile on his face and a warm look in his eyes. A look that screams lust and love at once.

"Don't look at me like that, babe, you know we're not like that."

"Says the one calling me 'babe'.", he says back without hesitation and I answer with a giggle and a grin.

"What?", he follows, now walking with a quicker pace so he can get to me. "Don't laugh at me like that after saying that.". 

He comes closer so I start runnning away from him, my dress swinging as the wind gets caught in it due to my increasing speed, looking back occasionally to watch him put such an effort in catching up to me.

"Oh, so that's how you wanna play it, huh." he says, barely able to hear him as he's a few feet behind me.

"Catch me if you can, babe.", I tease him, knowing how much this is exciting the both of us.

I run onto a dirt path, thick green bushes on both sides, pine trees complementing the beautifull environment even further. My hand scratches against a loose branch sticking out and I slow down for a second untill I can hear his footsteps getting closer behind me, the dirt crunching beneath our feet.

I look back to see how far of he is, before making a turn to the left, the path now being swarmed by daisies and wild strawberries. Before making a turn to the right only to come to a stop after spotting a lake. A wooden deck on the side. This is our spot, our lake of memories.

I jump up at the cold feeling of skin against mine.

"Gotcha!", a manly voice says. I realise it's Joseph.

He grabs me into a back hug and snuggles his neck into my right shoulder, panting heavily into my neck as we both calm down after such a work out.

"It's our spot." I say, hard breaths in between each word.

"I know."

The way he says it so effortlessly makes my stumach jump. The rush of adrenaline not calming down as I think back of our night here.

"I missed hanging out with you.", I am honest.

"You always say that when we hang out together, I think you just mean you miss the affection I give you."

"Is this your plan?" I ask, and he looks up at me confused.

"Is this how you are gonna make me feel everytime we hang out."

"Depends." his answer lingers in the air.

"Do you want it to feel like this every time we hang out?"

I don't know if it's the post-work out or his deep voice but I am sure my cheeks are bright red and the spot on my torso where his hands are turns warm and sligth sparks tingle my skin. 

"Maybe, probably, yes.", I stammer, a little shy to admit he is right.

"Great"

He lets loose of me, grabs my right hand with both of his hands as he walks backwards, pulling me slowly towards the shore of the lake. Reeds on the side, almost as tall as myself, waving in the gentle spring breeze. He sits down and I follow, sitting across from eachother, my legs bent and next to his hips, his legs bent and next to my legs. We sit close to eachother, not too close, I think he is scared to move closer.