How to be loved

31 - Just run away!

HOW TO BE LOVED

31 – Just run away!

The following week unfolded like a sweet melody, each day a note in the symphony of Freen's growing affection for Becky. As the sun rose and set in its gentle rhythm, Freen immersed herself in the tender pursuit of her heart's desire, each moment spent with Becky deepening their connection. Their days were filled with delightful little surprises—wildflowers tucked into Becky's desk, flirty texts that made them both giggle, playful office visits where they exchanged secret smiles, and spontaneous pop-ins at Freen's photoshoots, where Becky would appear with a bright grin—"Just because!" she would say, her eyes twinkling.

By Friday, Freen felt a surge of excitement and courage bubbling within her. She decided to be a little bolder and invited Becky to an art gallery opening, a lively event filled with creativity and color. As they wandered through the exhibits, Freen seized every chance to brush her shoulder against Becky's, savoring the warmth and connection that radiated between them. Each gentle touch sent a flutter through her heart, making her feel giddy.

They paused in front of a stunning painting, the colors swirling and blending like the joyful chaos in Freen's heart. The vibrant hues danced together, echoing the spark of feelings that had ignited between them. "What do you see?" Freen asked, glancing at Becky, who was momentarily entranced, her eyes sparkling as they traced the artwork.

Becky's face lit up with a thoughtful smile. "I see... possibilities," she replied, her voice filled with wonder. Freen felt her breath hitch at the metaphor, so perfectly reflecting their journey—a beautiful canvas waiting to be painted with laughter and love.

"I hope you're not bored," Freen said playfully, her brow furrowed in mock concern. "This is something I'm really passionate about."

"I am not!" Becky declared, her laughter bubbling up like a melody. "Just don't make me paint; I'm worse than a child!" She chuckled, the sound warm and infectious, causing Freen to grin from ear to ear.

"Deal!" Freen laughed, her heart soaring at the joy of sharing this moment with Becky. "We'll just enjoy the art and each other's company."

As they wandered through the gallery, Freen couldn't help but sneak glances at Becky, who radiated happiness under the soft gallery lights. Each time Becky's face lit up with excitement, Freen felt her heart swell. There was something wonderfully enchanting about how Becky engaged with the art, her expressions animated and her laughter like music.

In one corner, a vibrant mural caught Becky's eye, and she moved closer, captivated. Freen followed, her heart fluttering as she watched Becky study the intricate details with childlike wonder. "Isn't it amazing?" Freen said, standing beside her, feeling the electricity in the air.

"Absolutely!" Becky exclaimed, her voice a soft melody of awe. "It's like the artist poured their soul into it. You can feel the passion." She turned to Freen, her gaze bright. "I love how art can evoke so many feelings."

Freen nodded, warmth flooding through her. "Just like us," she said, her voice low and sweet. "Every moment we share adds another layer to this beautiful piece we're creating together."

Becky met her gaze, and for a moment, time stood still. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them wrapped in a cozy bubble of understanding. Freen felt a surge of affection and desperately wanted to reach out and take Becky's hand. Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and asked softly, "Can I hold your hand?"

Becky's eyes widened in surprise, but then a slow smile spread across her face, lighting up her features. "Sure, I guess," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.