What? Perhaps she hadn't heard him right. What had he meant by worked up? Surely she wasn't acting dramatic. She'd never done that in her life. Or at least, that's what she thought. But worked up? Worked up was an exaggeration.
She stared at him with questioning look on her face. He took a glance at her before turning back to the road.
"What have I done to tick you off?" he enunciated as they headed towards Alexander's Reservoir.
She shook her head, "Nothing," she replied unaware of what he was implying.
Before she knew it he had turned on his blinker and pulled over on the side of the road. She couldn't see anything out at night beyond the headlights. The city of Grace was growing its usual potato crop. Hundreds of acres of extremely dark green stretched from Bancroft to Grace.
Growing up as a child, she'd often see them planting on her way to Pocatello with her mother. The cycle went the same every year. Plant, water, fertilize, water, harvest. Life of a farmer. It was incredible, tedious, and at the same time beautiful.
No one else in the entire world cared more than farmers. They did more work before 7:00 A.M. than the entire world did in one day. They busted their butts to feed others'. A farmer was a person who was outstanding in their field. A farmer was the definition of selfless.
"Why are we stopped?" she asked looking around for a source that might've caused the sudden change.
A hand reached around her causing her to shout out in fear and throw herself tight against her seat. He had reached over, took her seatbelt, and buckled her in. He took his hand back settling it on the wheel.
"Lily Rose, if I had gotten us in a wreck, you would've been thrown and I never would've forgiven myself," he said in a low voice that would've made her shudder had she not have been so scared.
Lily Rose. Why did he keep calling her that? His eyes were boring into hers with an almost intimate expression of question. As if he were asking her something. Yet, there was this gentle emotion of fondness and contentment.
Transfixed by how intense his gaze was, she didn't see how slowly his face was coming towards hers. Soon, she found herself lost in the depths of his black eyes. Pupils barely visible. It wasn't long before she realized that her body was involuntarily moving towards him. And not long after that, she found herself moving closer out of sheer will.
"Lily Rose," he whispered as if he was calling out to her heart. Their faces were barely centimeters from each other. It was so dead silent she could hear his quiet breaths. Her heart was beating out of control and she wondered if he was hearing it too.
She felt a tender touch move up her arm, then neck as his hand moved to rest on her cheek. Her face was nestling into his touch like a chick as it huddled beneath its mother's wing. What was this wonderful feeling that seemed to be building up in her gut, in her heart? Why was it making her do these things?
"Ever since I first saw you..." he said leaning his forehead against hers. She gladly obliged as she touched her nose to his.
By that time she was letting out small, shaky breaths of relaxation. He was making her nervous though.
"Lily Rose," he whispered meeting her gaze, "I'm about to do something that might surprise you."
His lips met hers with a stiff hesitation at first, then, as he slowly pursued, the kiss became deeper, but at the same time gentle. And she was relishing in it. At some point she unbuckled her seatbelt so she could just be closer to him. When she did, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him.
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False Hope
Romance"I wanted you Lily Rose. You were all I ever wanted. You were the girl I loved." Wanted, loved. Past tense, in the past. No more. He didn't love her anymore. It had hurt her. He had hurt her. Just like she had hurt him by denying her love for him. "...
