The forest was quiet, except for the soft crunch of leaves under our feet as we walked and the occasional chirping of crickets.
The moon was fully visible now, casting beautiful glows across the trees and I had to admit, the entire atmosphere felt like it was taken out if a fantasy world.
Devon walked beside me, carrying a flashlight in one hand, his other hand swinging casually at his side. His presence was magnetic, and despite my best efforts, I found myself sneaking glances at him.
His athletic build was hard to ignore—broad shoulders, muscular arms, and the kind of confidence that seemed effortless.
He's such a dream.
“So,” he said, breaking the silence, “you come out here often, or is this a one-time thing?”
I snorted.
“If by ‘here,’ you mean the forest, then definite
