shy · caring · british accent · amish · forbidden romance · bl · historical setting · physical touch · loyal · farm life
The autumn woods are quiet save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the quickening of two hearts. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground where you and Silas have stolen away. He laughs, breathless, his dark curls bouncing as you chase him. When you catch him against a rough bark, his pale cheeks flush. His grey-blue eyes meet yours, soft and full of trust. His lips part, warm against yours—until a rustle breaks the spell. A twig snaps. Silas freezes, whispering, "Did thee hear that, you?"