A Minor Offense

The Lake

It felt like an eternity had passed when Beau's speeding had finally slowed down considerably and the knot in my stomach unclenched.

Finally the sound of the car engine cutting off was evident in the air, and I knew we were now parked.

"Can I take it off now?"

"No." His tone was filled with a new found giddiness as I heard him get out of the car.

Suddenly he was helping me out of the truck, setting me on my feet. He grabbed my by my shoulders and steered me forward.

I knew were still outside. That much I gathered by the sound of birds and the smell of well, outside, was prominent to my sense of smell.

He led me onto a newly structured terrain, whatever I was being led on obviously not the hard ground.

He ripped off my blind fold and I winced as my eyes adjusted to the persistent light pouring into my iris'.

I was standing at the edge of a dock where a freaking yacht was waiting at the end of. It was a rather large lake. At the end of the lake there was trees on both sides of the lake, forcing the water to split between the trees. It created a pathway to another part of the lake.

"We're going through there." He nodded toward the beautiful secret passage way.

"Where are we?" I mumbled, dazed as I took in the scenery around me. I noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.

"This was my moms lake house." He gestured toward the house that sat behind the dock right behind us. "Me and mom would get on this small yacht-" I chuckled and he shot me a look. "It may be a yacht but it is a much much smaller one. Just one bedroom, a bathroom and a lounge type room with a microwave and fridge, all very small."

I still rolled my eyes.

"Anyways," he continued. "we'd go through that alcove and eat sandwiches. I wanted to make it on time to watch the sunset so get your ass aboard."

He had opened up to me about his mother, and all though it wasn't much I was still grateful.

I was going to crack him.

After getting on, he steered the yacht through the secluded alcove.

"You can steer a yacht?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"My uncle taught me. He's the one who actually gave this to my mom." His voice was distant so I didn't pursue it.

As we finally finished going through the passage way, the shape of the lake fanned out into a circle with trees completely surrounding it, and the view of the sun setting in the distance was breath taking.

Beau stopped steering and joined me.

I gasped, amazed at how beautiful it was.

The sunset was bleeding orange and yellow with a pink hue, the sun drooping in the colorful sky, chasing after the moon but never quite catching her.

We didn't need to the talk. The silence was more than comfortable.

I think things like the sun and the moon could easily compare to us as humans.

There are moon personalities and sun personalities in this world. The sun personality was most likely bright and outgoing, maybe even cocky.

Always desperately trying to seek the moon.

The moon personality was more thoughtful, always wondering if the sun would ever catch up. Only showing itself some of the time, insecure on the outside but held a glow no one could mess with.

If Beau was the sun, and I was the moon, would he chase after me?

Am I worth it?

I hated being too insecure for my own good. I hated not knowing what he was thinking. I hated feeling attached to someone I barely fucking knew.

For gods sakes, he was a stranger and I was thinking about somebody like him pursuing someone like me.

But all the self doubt fell apart as my eyes locked onto his. I told the voice telling me I shouldn't intrude on someone like Beau's life to shut the fuck up so I could do something incredibly selfish of myself.

My selfish act was to kiss him as passionately as I could muster. Knowing I was going to hurt him and myself, knowing I couldn't get close.

It was selfish because he was unaware of my age, it was selfish because he could have someone his age that was actually beautiful, it was selfish because if I allowed myself to kiss him then I'd become attached. I'd force upon him the burden of an attached broken hearted , fatherless and poor little girl. He was a grown man, and I was deceiving him.

I remained selfish anyways.

His lips crashed onto my urgently, his hands finding his way through hair, urgently pulling on my dark brown locks.

He lifted me up and I swiftly wrapped my legs around his torso, my breathing shallow as he trailed kisses down my neck, my neck ignited with a flame after every damned kiss.

I moaned lightly, my own hands running through his hair now.

"Baby," He growled out. "Make that noise again and I'll have to take you right here, right now." His liquid colored eyes searched mine with lust and I had to bite my lip to suppress another moan. "Fuck." He murmured, his gaze dropping to my bottom lip, tucked securely under my teeth.

"So perfect." He murmured. I blushed.

"Take me, Beau. I want you." I pressed myself tighter up against him, my core aching for his touch.

"Baby doll, be careful saying things like that to me or I don't know what I'll do to you."

"Show me." He needed no further invitation.