(Isla)
He kissed me.
That was the thought that sat in me when he pulled back. Not complex. Not layered with anything else. Just that. Simple and real and so far outside anything I'd expected from this day or this lake or this quiet that I sat with it for a moment without trying to do anything with it.
He'd asked first.
That was the part I kept returning to as we sat there afterward with the water in front of us and the light changing above the tree line. He'd looked at me and asked and waited for my answer. When I said yes he'd kissed me once and pulled back and not made anything more of it than what it was.
A choice I'd made.
Mine entirely.
I looked at the lake.
The water was still and the cold was real against my face. Somewhere behind us the forest was quiet. None of it felt urg
