Wyatt stopped, and Candace popped her head up, looking around, trying to figure out her bearings. She saw a small spring glide over rocks going further into the woods. The meadow was filled with blooming weeds and wildflowers. She could feel the sun dance across her arms. Candace closed her eyes with her head tilted towards the sky. She slowly smiled, enjoying the warmth and the rush of the ride she had just taken.
Candace felt Wyatt looking at her, and she opened her eyes. With Wyatt’s eyes trained on her, she flipped a leg over and slid off his back, feeling a bit embarrassed. Candace hated how awkward she felt underneath his calculated gaze. She steadied her gaze on him, surprised at what she saw. His eyes told a different story. She felt something pull her to Wyatt. Walking around hi
