"Morgan, I really don't think this is a good idea..." I complained again as we stood before the large locked gate. The lock was entirely proportionate to the gate, almost as big as my head.
"Tammie, please. Just this one time." She begged. The look on her face made me feel really guilty, so I gave in and followed her, slipping through the gap between the bars. She led me through the woods to a little clearing, and we sat on a log.
"Morgan, if we get caught..."
"Tammie," she sighed. "Can you quit worrying for just a second?"
"I'm not worrying, I just-"
So I kissed her softly and felt her smile against my lips. She tucked my hair behind my ear, wincing and the bruise was revealed again, and stroked my jawline. Then she smiled again and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me repeatedly over my jaw and neck.
"Morgan?" I asked.
"Hmm?" she paused and looked at me, cupping my face in her hands.
"I'm really happy right now," I told her, grinning. She giggled and I kissed her again, enjoying this moment of privacy. Then she really laughed, causing me to chuckle. She really was beautiful.
I laid down with my head resting on her lap, and she smiled down at me, stroking my hair.
"I love you, you know that?"
"Hmm... I dunno..." I joked, and she shook her head. "I love you too."
Her smile faltered slightly as she continued to stroke my hair.
"Are you OK?" I asked her, and she nodded.
"Sometimes I just wish... Ugh, why are parents so restrictive?"
"Hey," I sat up, shuffling onto her lap. "You're supposed to be the rebel in this situation. You told me once this wouldn't be nearly as fun if it was allowed." She didn't look convinced. "And," I said, leaning close to her and, bringing her plait round from where it had fallen behind her, "It means so much more that it's happening even though it's not allowed..."
She buried her face in my neck. "I really do love you."
"I know," I said as I hugged her. "I know."