Delilah
“Here.” Doubles hand curled around mine, tugging me up the narrow path with him. The sun had set as we had wound our way out of the town and up into the hills. Stopping only once so Double could disappear into a shop.
“My heels aren’t made for hiking Double, Slow down.” I sucked in a shaky breath, the tears might have stopped hours ago but the heavy ache in my chest was still there. Gnawing away at me.
For a second he just stared down at me. His eyes lingering on my stockinged legs before drifting higher. “Here you carry this.” He slipped the straps of the black back pack over my shoulders.
The sound of bottles clinking together filled the silence. “You want me to carry your bag of booze and walk up a mountain in my heels?” c*****g an eyebrow at him I waited for his reply.
