Adventure--Natalie Laurence style.
Chocolate! And Marshmallows.
But mostly chocolate.
I took another bite into the heavily smore. The marshmallow was perfect, not burned--but a golden brown with a gooey, sticky center that spilled out onto the graham cracker.
I smiled and brushed the crumbs from the corner of my lips. The dying fire at my feet cast a warm, sultry glow that danced on the bare skin of my legs. I watched hypnotized.
I knew he was looking too.
I smiled coyly at him.
You see, there's always been something about being in the middle of the woods that just makes me feel alive and liberated--alive in a way, I've never felt any other place in the world. And sitting here with this boy.
Well, I was ready for an adventure. Natalie Laurence style.