Ruben and I sat side by side under the dappled shade of the wintereye, with the new ferns uncurling around us like butterfly tongues. Far below I could see the cabin, nestled in the crook of the mountain’s elbow.
Without touching, my body was attuned to his every movement, as if my flesh drew towards him. He lifted his arm to point out an eagle circling in the updraught and I smelled him – warm, leathery, male. He looked down at me. “You aren’t watching,” he laughed.
Then he took my chin in his hand, tilted my head up towards him, and kissed me.
This piece of writing was for the 100 word (or so) prompt for Madison Woods’ #Fridayfictioneers. I’d be very happy to receive comments and constructive criticism. Click here to read other people’s.