“Here,” He said, handing me a s’more.
“Thanks,” I flashed my teeth at him. It smelt delicious.
“Do you always come here?” I ask.
“Not all the time, but this view is incredible, so I find time to sneak away and come here.”
“Is this where you’ve been the whole time? I thought you were cheating on me.”
“Never,” He smiled sincerely, then reached out to grab my hand, intertwining our hands to...
