forum Wait, that's not me...

Started June 27, 2019 by Deleted user

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He let her catch up, both knowing that the boy ran long distance. "I hope you don't mind that I tossed your rose aside to kiss you," he smirked, barely panting.

She was flushed from the run and now his comment. "Oh, it was okay. I'm just so happy. You make me so happy."

Entwining his fingers through hers, he gave a soft smile. "You make me happy, too." A light kiss on her nose. "Very, very happy." A gentle caress over her cheek. "My girlfriend."

Her eyes lit up happily. "I'm glad that I do!" My girlfriend, he said. I'm his girlfriend! She felt elated.

His sharp, blue eyes danced with undiluted joy and satisfaction. Sighing, he confessed, "I feel… at home. At ease, with you. Like you wash everything else away."

She gently squeezed his hand. "I feel the same way about you. You always make everything better…"

"Thank you," he breathed. "For- for helping by simply being there." He squeezed her hand in reply as they weaved through neatly trimmed trees and blooming bushes. Crouching down, the boy plucked a bloodred rose and tenderly passed it to her.

She accepted the flower with a blush. "Of course. I'll always be here for you."

Winking at the girl, he assured, "Same to you." Rowl admired the pretty stain brushed against her cheeks, her slightly flustered eyes. God, he loved this girl.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" she asked, casually swinging their hands.

"Well…" his eyes twinkled mischievously. "This park is notorious for its zip-lining portion." Mimicking an commercial, he advertised, "It shows the view of the entire park, a thrilling and exhilarating experience, only for the most daring of dare-devils…"

She giggled. "I'm not really the daring type," she reminded him shyly.

He pretended to shush her. "…annnd the most romantic of lovers," Rowl hopefully added, grinning.

She blushed. "Well… when you put it that way…" She squeezed his hand.

"It's about a block that direction," Rowl started, already pulling Ginger alongside him. Akin to an eager child, the boy dragged his girl down the street, eyes set on that zip-line.

Ginger hurried to keep up with him. "Hey," she gasped for breath. "I… Was… Thinking…"

"Oh no," his smile widened. "This might just be the end of the world: Ginger Albright… thinking?!" He playfully teased.

She made a face at him. "Slow… down!"

"I will, any hour now. So, you were thinking?" He shot Ginger a knowing glance, filled with amusement, as he jogged a bit faster.

"I'm… A… Singer… Not… A runner!" she groaned.

"Singers need to have good breath control," the boy deduced, logically. "So. Consider this technique refining."

"You had… to… play… that card…" she groaned. "I'm not… athletic like you."

Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Do go on. Tell me how athletic and talented I am, please."

"Stop… running… Please…" She breathed.

"There, there." He gathered the gasping girl in his arms, smirking into her hair. "What were you thinking?"