His lips captures hers in slow, but passionate kiss. All rational thoughts fade away, replaced by him. He tastes like fresh forest air, hazelnut chocolate, and Teddy and she feels like every atom of her craves for him.
It’s summer, and the air is warm and golden around them, and they sit underneath the walnut tree, not having to say a thing. She absentmindedly picks at the blades of grass, happy to drink in the silence and the heat.
“You don’t have to go through with it, you know,” she says to him, her blue eyes pleading and just a little bit heartbroken, and he doesn’t understand why she couldn’t have loved him at fifteen, when they were both young and free.