They had cleaned themselves off in a river stream nearby, her on one side of the bank and him on the other. She didn't want to even glance in his direction as she scrubbed her jacket of remnants of muddy water. She ignored his eyes staring at her from across the stream and his futile attempts of conversation. She realised that he had never apologised for his words.
She had every right to be angry at him she rationalised. He was a coward and a dick and believed the world revolved around him. He pissed her off undeniably, always had, but somehow just as much as he made her angry, he had once made her unbelievably happy too.
"Close your eyes"
"Are you going to kill me or something?" she mused as his hands guided her own up to her eyes. She smiled lightly at his gentle touch, feeling his front press against her back and the low wind hitting the crook of her neck, she shivered but obliged.
"Why would I ever do such an ugly thing to such a beautiful woman" he chided, and she scoffed lowly, her hands covering her eyes.
"If you don't tell me what it is I'll kill you myself" she teased and he merely chuckled, an airy sound that sent a warm feeling pooling in her stomach. His hands drifted down her waist and she instinctively leaned in before his hands left her torso and she could hear the sound of something shuffling before he lowered her hands from her face.
"Okay, open it"
Her eyes adjusted, blinking at the rather bright light before focusing on his figure bathed in a halo of sunlight. He stood before her with a warm smile on his face and he looked, for a moment, more angel than man. Her brows furrowed until she noticed the gift bag in his hands.
