He takes my hand and slowly leads me away from the other people. The path we take into the woods gets slowly narrower and more secluded. The further away we walk the faster my heart beat goes, my hand grips his tightly with anticipation as the undergrowth becomes thicker and less sun light comes through. The air here is cool and smells of lavender and bluebells, underfoot the path becomes little more than a dirt passageway. He holds the branches out of the way for me to pass until we reach a small clearing.
I look deep into his eyes as he turns to face me, my hand still held in his, I wait for him to kiss me but he doesn't. Instead he looks all around us and then moves me a couple of steps backwards and to the side. I stop as my back reaches a tree. Now he kisses me, his hands holding mine gently as his lips met mine in a soft kiss. I close my eyes and allow the smell of the flowers and the sound of the birds to fill my head with the heady senses of summer. His kiss becomes more urgent, his tongue gently probing mine as his hands hold onto my waist. I can feel his fingers finding the bottom of my light T shirt and the waistband of the skirt I am wearing; now his warm fingertips are on my skin.
I bring my arms up to his neck and run my hands through his short hair. He breaks the kiss and looks at me, "Are you ok? You seem a little nervous?"
"I am fine" I answer, "Just a little worried someone may see us out here that's all"