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✬「☁️」✬
It still poured rain outside. John laid against his cot, Amara at his side. His hand held onto hers. The only thing lighting the tent they were in was a single lantern sitting atop one of the crates and flashes of light every time lightning struck through the sky.
"So what you plan on doin' now." John asked with a quiet voice.
"I'm definitely not going to that Godforsaken house, although I will need to collect my things." Amaras voice sounded sweet, but John could hear the coldness in it.
Amara hugged her legs, she was still shivering. She had stood in the rain for who knows how long, of course, so she was kind of asking for it. She sniffed her nose and turned back to John who was taking off his coat. He draped it over her shoulders and smiled as he saw her warm up a bit.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes before john placed a hand on Amaras cheek and turned her gaze to meet his.
"Could you stay, with me?" Johns voice had nervousness in it, he was scared Amara would reject him once again.
Amara stared at him with a blank expression, and that scared him. But soon, a smile grew on her face and she nodded.
"I guess I could, I'd have to talk to Maisie." Amara shrugged as John gently rubbed his thumb on her cheek.
"Alright, then." He said, brushing his hand away from her face. "So what made you run outta the church?"
Amara thought for a moment, staring at the empty picture frame John kept on his dresser. "You." She muttered, turning to face him.
"Really, Miss?" John questioned, raising a brow. "You left a thousand dollar wedding for a wanted outlaw? How shameful." He said jokingly, chuckling as he spoke.
"It does seem rather naive.." Amara muttered, trying to sound convincing. "Maybe I should go back and throw myself at my parents mercy." She could see the irritation in Johns face from her words, and couldn't help but laugh at it.
"You think that's funny?"
"Hilarious." Amara challenged.
John then cupped her face and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Amara maneuvered herself onto his lap and continued to kiss him, her hands pressed against his chest. She could feel his heart racing.
John trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck, then her collarbone. Amara tangled her fingers in his hair as he went back to kissing her lips. There was a dark look in his eyes, nothing she'd ever seen. She knew what he wanted, but was going to make him wait.
Amara pulled away from him and got to her feet. She could see the unsatisfied look on his face. She smirked and started making her way to the entrance of the tent.
