The Woods are the Safest Place

Chapter 2// Brad

I nearly fell over. At the speed I was going at, I'm surprised he's still standing. But as I look up I realised how tall and muscular he was. He had dark eyes and chiseled features. His jaw line was amazing! He looked about 17 but I wasn't sure.
Somehow, through my shock, I managed to mutter the words I'm sorry.

He looked down into my eyes and said "Why are you running?", his voice was deep, like he had gone through puberty quite early. Judging from the size of his abs I guess he did.

"It's a long story. A really long story", I said. He looked at me as if to give me a signal to proceed with my story. So I told him everything. My name, my age, my tale. He was a good listener. He never interrupted me and when I had finished telling him, he suggested that I stay with him for a while.

Obviously I had to get to know him, 'coz I couldn't go stay with a random stranger.

"What's your name?" I said as calmly as I could (his eyes were pouring into me as if he could see into my soul. But I liked it. His eyes were beautiful. Seriously I'm not kidding)

"I'm Brad" he said. " I'm 19 and I have lived in the woods since I was about 6 years old".

So when I knew a bit more about him, I decided it would be safe to go with him. I mean it's not like I have anywhere else to go.

We walked for about ten minutes and then we finally reached his house. Maybe house is too posh a word for it. It's more like a cottage. But it will do for now.

He welcomed me inside, offered me hot tea and sat me down by the fire. We started to talk and when I asked him where his parents were and if they would be okay with a stranger in their house, he went quiet.

"My dad left when I was four and my mother died when I was ten" he said in a soft velvety voice. Boom! I was struck by the lightning bolt of guiltiness. I guess this emotion was expressed on my face because he looked up and said "Don't feel bad. I need someone to talk to. All I have had to talk to for nine years is a bloody squirrel!" He had a big grin on his face which made it hard to see if he was serious. But then we started laughing so it was all good. He did say that he was joking though. We talked for what felt like hours when he suggested we have dinner. He had to collect some of it though but I didn't mind. The sight of his ass strutting out the door was good enough for me. He came back a few minutes later with wood for the fire and a large amount of game and sterilised water so it would be safe for us to drink.

When we had stuffed our faces with game and roots, I started to feel a warm sensation spreading through my body, right from the top of head to the tips of my toes. Brad looked so hot in the firelight, the way it glowed on his skin made him look even better. I think that was the sensation. I think that I was starting to crush on Brad. And that was bad....