this is what you’ll see when you catch up
The land flattens, and in front of me are small bushes of deep, fiery red flowers. I let go of his hand and walk up to them. Some of the petals are open, fully in bloom, while others are long tubes, waiting to show their wonder. undefined> “I know you’ve been spending a lot of time in the garden, so I figured you’d like these. I’m not sure if they’ll grow there, but we can bring some back.”
I nod, grinning widely. These would be beautiful there with the other colors that make it so lovely. “How did you find this place?”
He sits down in the grass next to the bush. “Whenever my father would be in one of his moods or I had a bad dream, or...you know how my mother was, I explored some places for solitude. I eventually found this place and have been coming here ever since.”
“You don’t have to be alone anymore.” I take the spot next to him, grabbing his hand and squeezing. “This place is so nice, though. I’m glad you brought me.”
He catches me by the chin, kissing me and keeping me close. We hold each other’s gaze for a while, not wanting to part.
“I love you.”
This is what you have to look forward to soon
“What are you thinking about?” Josiah pushed his finger into Darzsa’s chin. “You still get this dimple here when you’re upset.”
“What?” Darzsa swatted his hand away. “N-no, I don’t.” Since when did he stutter? Darzsa covered the lower half of his face, which warmed his cold fingers.
“Your stubbornness hasn’t changed either.” Josiah laughed. That sugary-sweet sound stuck like molasses to him. Darzsa wanted to hear more of his voice, how those vibrations felt against his skin. Josiah secured Darzsa’s hands in his, blowing on them, the corner of his lips curved.
“What is it?” The question almost caught in Darzsa’s throat, cognition ceasing and senses directed to the increasing heat in his hands.
“You’re not that same moody sixteen-year-old who gave us the silent treatment and listened at the door. You’ve grown up on me, Mr. Blake.”
Oh, the things Darzsa would do to hear Josiah say his name. “You’ve gone through quite the change yourself, Mr. Adams.”
Josiah placed a kiss on the back of Darzsa’s hand, breath warm and toasting Darzsa’s reddening skin. Wintry hands lifted Darzsa’s chin and cooled his cheek. “To new beginnings.”
