POV: Viola.
Hand in hand, we walked deeper and deeper into the forest. The canopy overhead grew thicker, filtering the afternoon light into a soft, dappled green. When I couldn't bear the suspense any longer, I finally nudged his shoulder and blurted, "Where are we even heading, Flynn?"
"There's a stream I want to show you," he said, flashing a bright, blinding smile. But his dark eyes were absolutely dancing with mischief.
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at him, highly doubting his innocent-sounding intentions. But because he claimed it was just a scenic little stream, I couldn't quite deduce what kind of trouble he actually had in store for me.
We fell into a comfortable silence after that. I simply enjoyed the crisp, cold breeze brushing against my skin as we navigated the thi
