All alone in a dark muddy tunnel with only the torch spreading light around us, the path suddenly splits into three.
“So what do we do now?” I ask her.
“I’ve read a lot of books where this happens.” She says, looking curious like she’s solving mysteries in her own mind.
“Let’s take the middle one.” I suggest.
“Everyone knows that you should never take the middle one.” She answers.
“Or, maybe that’s what they want you to think, brain fucking.”
A rosy tone appears on her cheeks.
“Brain fucking could mean something totally different so be careful with that sentence.”
My eyes widen and even though I can’t see it, I can feel my face turning red.
“Maybe you’re not as innocent as you look?” I tease.
She hits me on my shoulder and shakes her head. “Stop it! Let’s go now, we take the middle one as you suggested.”
Going first with a tight grip around the torch, she follows right behind me. The tunnel is quiet, the only sound around us being our footsteps and it makes me oddly uncomfortable. I like the quiet, I enjoy the peace, but not in a place like this.
As we continue down the path, all of a sudden the yellow and orange light from the flaming torch meets the white light from the end of the tunnel.
As we exit the tunnel, my hand reaches for the map in my pocket but unable to focus I look over at Genevieve who looks joyful and excited.
Tossing the torch in the small river beside us, I make sure that the fire goes out.
I grab her cheeks, “I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that this is okay with you.” I speak, and then my lips meet hers. Without warning, time stops. And in that moment it’s truly only the two of us, flesh to flesh. Everything rushes through me, and the feeling of victory crashes down. The air around us became thick yet so easy to breathe. However, my body wouldn’t let me take another breath.
My arms wrap around her, my hand tilting her head to deepen the kiss. With her hands pulling my clothes, I abruptly press her against a tree, neither of us getting enough from one another.
“Oh gosh.” My words come out as a whimper as I lift her up, her legs wrapped around my waist.
And just when the moment felt so perfect, my body decided to fail me. Instead of sitting down on the big stump beside us, I trip to the ground beside it with Genevieve landing on top of me.
She bursts out laughing as she sits on top of me, and all I can do is to try my best not to feel embarrassed. Especially when I can already feel myself grow underneath her.
As she calms down, a nervous expression grows on her face and she stands up. She must’ve noticed. My hands cover my face as I stay on the ground, lying completely still, too scared to move.
“Get up!” She giggles.
“I can’t."
“Why?”
I can’t tell her that I’m scared of my dick poking out the waistband if standing up. “I just got a little dizzy.”
“Yeah, sure.” She bites her lower lip and walks away from me.
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“Did your father ever do something good? Or was he pure evil?” Genevieve asks me.
“He was pure evil.” I say, no emotions coming through as I speak the facts. “And your father?”
“I think he did? But I can not really seem to remember it. It’s like, I know he did good things, but all the negative things took over, so that’s the only thing I remember.”
