A soft breeze cooled my heated skin from the long walk in the park. There couldn't be a better day for our date today. Although, I don't think my boyfriend would agree with that thought, never being one for the outdoors.
I looked over my shoulder to find him leaned back against a tree, deep under the tree's shade, his very familiar features obscured. His shaggy blonde hair covered the top part of his face as his attention was downcast toward whatever he was reading on his phone. He peeked up from his phone a moment later, the mesmerizing blues of his eyes revealed. As the smirk slowly formed over his face and his eyes lit up, I realized I'd been staring at him. I quickly turned away to hide the blush that was no doubt formed on my fair skin.
With a sigh, I found my way over to another tree some distance away from him and take out my own phone. To some, it would seem odd, us separated like this. I try not to think about how much more heated I would become if I were near him. My body shivered with the fantasy of what he would say, how he would tease me, all the while knowing my fantasies could never live up to his reality.
A few seconds passed of social media browsing and I can already feel his eyes on me. I bit down on my lower lip, hard, hoping the pain would distract me from my wandering thoughts and his stare that burned into me. When that failed, I closed my eyes and gripped my phone tightly.
In my distraction, I did not realize he was upon me until his thumb lifted my chin. My eyes were still closed and I could not see what he was doing, but I could feel him. His presence wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. His scent, some combination of mint, outdoors, and cinnamon, filled my nose. So badly did I want to reach out and touch him. Run my fingers through his hair as I crushed my lips to his.
My eyes sprung open before my vivid imagination went too far. I found him gazing at me. Up close, I could just make out the small hints of green that floated on the edges of his eyes, giving them the appearance of an ocean-y color. The signature smirk was still very much in place. He knew how much he affected me. My heart raced inside its cage with such force I thought it might break free.
He brushed my hair behind my ear, goosebumps erupting over my skin wherever he touched and where I wanted him to. I bit down on my lip again, not recognizing when I stopped. He tsked, pulling gently on my chin to get me to release my lower lip.
"I thought I told you, I'm the only one who could abuse those beautiful lips, Hailey."
His voice, the closeness, the insinuation... I couldn't help it. My mind wandered into depravity and I just knew my face had turned crimson with embarrassment because I could and would never hide that from him.
"I didn't know I was abusing them, Orion." My voice lacked the confidence I was hoping it would have. He chuckled darkly, and I knew I was in trouble now.
"You were. Maybe not as much as I would, but you were still doing it. I should punish you for it, but I can think of so many more fun things that we could both enjoy." I gasped, my imagination running rampant with possibilities as my thighs squeeze a little tighter together.
"We... We're out in a public park," I countered.
"So? That's never stopped me before. Besides, I love the red tint to your cheeks so much. If I could, I would make sure it never left your face."
He leaned in closer until our lips were only inches apart. Thoughts of him kissing me crazy filters through my head and I can't help but want it so badly. Even out here in the middle of a park trail where anyone could find us. Caught up in my thoughts, I barely felt his hand slowly traced from my jaw down my throat along that pounding pulse point. His eyes followed along as he went down further. His fingers stopped their descent and circled over my nipples through the thick combination of my shirt and hoodie. It felt as if I wore nothing at all with how the ghost feeling of his touch drove me crazy with need.
I panted, ready to combust the second he leaned forward a bit further and merged our lips together. Suddenly, he pulled away and chuckled. I tried to glare at him, but likely failed miserably. I realized his intentions too late.
"That's not funny!"
"It's not, but it is fun," he countered as he rubbed his hand tenderly against my fiery cheeks. "Let's keep walking. It's a nice day out."
We walked further down the trail until we came to an open, more populated part of the park. There was a river cutting the park in two, a stone bridge arching over it, with several couples chatting and leaning against the railings. It was a beautiful sight, and I loved it here, even in the chilly air of Autumn. In fact, it might have been more beautiful today with all the vibrant colors of the leaves for all the trees.
