Evening Stroll

His hand in mine we walk in the park. It is a warm evening just nearing dusk. The trees sway in a gentle breeze. We stop by a large oak tree and he leans towards me and kisses me softly. Taking his hand he tenderly caresses my cheek and kisses me again. This time he lingers and I feel his warm breath against my skin.

I take a deep breath and say we should continue our walk. He whispers, “Just so we can get some where more private.”

I let out a little laugh as I blush a bright red.

 

(100 word challenge)

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