Whisked away

Forbiden love

JEBAS POV

The men had danced away skidding on their heels and tripping over each other. I was getting good at my animal calls.

"Run from the bear!!!" They called as if anyone was behind them.

"Mommy!!" I heard the cop scream. Ha! The cop wanted his mommy. I smiled turning my head to Cane's blue eyes that were staring me down I couldn't ever compare.

"Are they gone." I whispered my voice cracking with anxiety.

"I'm pretty sure." Cane replied in a worried voice. I looked up. This moment was so perfect, I didn't want him to let go. . . "I'll check." He whispered with a certainty that was frightening. And before I knew it he had let me go and shimmied his way out of the out cropping root that looked massive until you looked at the tree it belonged to.

The tree was my home and I had searched every inch of it. I knew where it held oranges and some apples intertwined here and there... We could live here, but I could tell his intentions were to go home. I mean back.

"All clear." He said a little loudly. I'm not deaf you know.

I stepped out in to the slight sun loving the way it hugged the trees and made them ever growing. "Cool, you hungry?" I said calmly and evenly like nothing had just happened. He took in the words like they had smacked him in the face. He had that Can-A-GIRL-fend-for-herself expression that I had seen when so many other hostages came through my woods to escape Asia. I rolled my eyes. Idiot. you know a girl can be strong too. I shouted at him mentally.

"Food?" He asked still in shock. Cane dropped his knife. Then quickly picked it up and composed himself. "Yes please." He smiled showing off his teeth, this could work we could live here together...

CANE'S POV

Jeba definitely knew how to fend for herself. She served apples mashed into a paste and oranges that had been caramelized and some type of, animal? It didn't matter it smelt good.

"Save me some apple sauce!!" I looked down at the bowl this stuff is a sauce? Jeba laughed and sat down in front of the fire that was cooking the animal that she called a 'squirrel.' That thing put up quite a fight. The squirrel's scent lifted up into the trees and tickled my face in a loving way. I once again stuck my face closer. "Mmmmmmmm" I hummed satisfied. "Is it done yet?" I murmured letting my drool pop and sizzle in the flame.

"Just another ten or so minutes." She smiled at me I sighed it'll never work.

"Cool I'm starved." I said leaning a against the trunk of the tree. I looked up her tree, our tree. I was definitely falling for her.