"Let's go," I said, tightening my grip around Scarlett's waist when I noticed a few other men eyeing her. Glaring at them, I tugged at her hand and she followed me as we walked out the pub.
"Where are we going?" She asked, the fear evident in her voice. I turned my head to look into her green eyes, feeling a frown pull across my face.
"Why are you so scared of me?" I asked softly. I traced my finger across her arm and goosebumps formed at my touch. She shivered against me and I saw her hesitate as she avoided my gaze, looking at the cobblestone ground instead.
"I'm not," she answered and I decided not to push her. It was easy for me to see past her lie. When we'd first met, she seemed to be comfortable around me but with time, I noticed how whenever I kissed her she'd try to pull away. Whenever I touched her, she'd shiver against me. I still didn't completely understand why she did this but I wanted to know. Our relationship wasn't perfect without the knowledge of such a thing. I wanted her to be mine, completely. Her whole self belongs to me.
She stayed silent throughout the rest of the walk. Silence was the gift she'd provided. But one I didn't enjoy. I wanted to talk to her, to know more about her but the distance she made between us prevented that.
We stopped at the edge of the lake, and I sat down on the soft soil, patting the space next to me and smiled at her. She joined me without a word and after slipping her feet out the sandals, she dipped them into the water. I watched her as the moonlight shined down on us. I loved everything about her; the way her hair fell past her chin, the curve of her nose that lead to her soft pink lips. I found myself leaning into her and she turned her head to look at me at the perfect moment.
I brushed my lips across her softly, and felt them tremble under mine. Why? Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lifted her and placed her on my lap, the kisses growing more urgent. She struggled as usual; but this time, I won't let go.