Hues in Love (COMPLETE)

XVIII.taking her fishing

"Poor wo-worms," uttered Agatha, eyeing Genesis attached the worm to the fishing hook, the wooden boat swaying for a second, her heartbeat quickening because of it.

Grinning, he replied, "They served their purpose, sweetheart," handing the fishing rod back to her, their fingers grazing.

"I pray the-they had meaningful lives," she uttered solemnly, causing Genesis to chuckle but when he saw she was serious, he bit down his lips.

Agatha wore the same cowboy hat Genesis had sent her when she was on her way here in Texas.

Throwing the fishing rod back to the lake, Agatha sat, bit her inner cheek as she waited for the vibration.

She was in deep concentration when she felt Genesis' fingers adjust her hat, shielding her from the sunlight.

Agatha simply rewarded him a slight smile thus quickly shifting her attention back to the art of fishing, hearing his soft chuckle afterward.

"Ha!" She exclaimed when a moment later, she managed to score a salmon, with the help of Genesis, of course for Agatha froze in her spot when she felt the harsh wiggle of her fishing rod.

Genesis firmly clasped his hands over her, guiding her, his arms enveloped hers, his head beside hers, his breath tickling her cheek.

Agatha blushed, trying hard not to feel his warmth surrounding her.

As soon as the salmon was inside the bucket between them, Genesis' grin slowed, his brows knitted as he looked upon her, "I should get you a much bigger hat, dear. Your face's all red from the sun,"

Despite Agatha knowing that that's not the reason, somehow, to avoid embarrassment, she found her head nodding.

Her eyes drifting to the struggling fish in the bucket, "Tha-that was...fulfilling,"

In the corner of her eyes, Genesis shifted in his seat, fetching another worm thus attaching it to her fishing rod.

It went on like this for half an hour. Agatha laughed and panicked over her catch but every now and then when the fish was a female or still small, Genesis would throw it back.

Arching her brow, she curiously asked, "Why'd you do tha-that, Gen?"

Shrugging as he removed the scales of the fishes she caught, he answered, "We should let the small ones grow first and without the mothers, we wouldn't have fished in the future, dear,"

Understanding, she huffed, throwing a short glance back to her fishing rod then to Genesis who wore nothing but his denim pants, the sunlight glistening his dark skin and sweats. The scars are still visible.

Before she knew it, she asked him, her eyes still plastered on his, "Gen, why'd you choo-choose to live here?"

He paused, unblinking yet his eyes on the fishes on his hands, his side facing her, "It's quiet here,"

There was silence after that, only the sound of chirping birds above them, the dancing of the trees.

"You're probably wondering why ranch life, well, tell you the truth, at first, I was not really a fan of it. As I told you, I was this drunkard and gambler, always socializing with people but deep inside, I knew I was sick of it. The judging stares just because of the color of my skin, of how I was this former slave," Genesis uttered, smirking sarcastically. Agatha just sat there, facing him, her heartwarming.

"But of course, over the years, I had grown used to it but when Devon would invite him to the local tavern, he just can't digest all these drunkards using such slur words on me. Now, you know me, sweetheart, I am no saint but screw it, my ears can't handle any more prejudices," he shrugged, stopping scaling the fish.