After leaving the shack, we’d walked aimlessly for almost two hours. Our feet were craving rest by the time we stumbled upon the moonlit park. It stretched across so many blocks that we couldn’t see its end. All we saw was a brick path lined with unlit street lamps and benches. It was a perfect find so of course, the place was closed. But sore feet aside, I had simply liked the way the park looked. So without a word, I’d hoisted myself over the gate, Daniel watching me for a few seconds, shaking his head in disbelief before scaling the gate himself. And so damned easily. It’d been effortless for his hyper-athletic body. And after that, we were alone in what was probably a hundred acres of park. Curiously, during our walk, we found a single street lamp lit in a forest of darkness. Under it, we’d kissed for what could’ve been ten minutes or an hour — I hadn’t kept track. It felt too good to keep track. And though I’d done a good job surviving dinner, his lips, his tongue had me aching for him again, taking his hands and guiding them to the parts of my body that I wanted touched.
