We were the only people on the trail that evening, giggling through the mountain woods and holding hands as the faint sound of rushing water grew closer. The love was so young and we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other, tripping constantly. We had only been dating for a few months, and it was both of ours’ first relationship. We were also fairly innocent at that point, haven’t only kissed and touched each other some at that point.
“We’re almost there,” I said to her. She looked at me and smiled. Her light blue eyes dazzled bright despite the night growing dimmer and dimmer. She wore a cute yellow beanie, a blue jacket, and perfectly fitting jeans that hugged her ass just right.
We hurried down the rock steps to the final overlook of the waterfall. The falls dropped down right in front of us, a steep drop that went further down until it disappeared into the valley below. It was slightly thrilling to peer out from the rock overlook barrier.
Being early December, the mist from the roaring stream stung our faces. But we didn’t care. We laughed and laughed, and she grabbed my hands and pulled me close to her. She looked at me with such longing eyes. I knew she wanted me.