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She could not believe she was standing here. A movie scene. It took her breath away, the water so close to the grass and the woods. The grains of sand beneath her feet making her toes curl.
The moon was full, big and high. The coolness in the breeze was just enough to make the waves more audible then usual as they lapped at the shore. She wished she was wearing white.
She had scoffed at those who said the beach was romantic.
He spread out the blanket. "So much for the stars tonight. They tell a beautiful story," he called out to her.
She turned to him and smiled. He was just more appealing than the scene before her. She walked, dragging her feet through the cool sand, to him and the blanket.

She jumped to her feet suddenly, startling him, the blanket sliding beneath her feet. "How spooky do you think that little forest of trees are right now?"
She took off before he could answer, running towards them. She stepped behind a tree. Engulfed in darkness, like a mirage, she disappeared.
She poked her head back out and laughed; then was gone.
He did not know if she was mocking him or enticing him. A smile barely crossed his lips but he wore it like a grin. Slowly, he stretched out his legs fully, before he stood.

He stepped into the thicket and his senses were overcome with the darkness. He stopped his movement to find his footings and bearings.
He listened for her breath. He hardly caught it. He thought maybe it was more instinct then sense.
He was quiet, not stealth. He wished now he had practiced better.

She did not go far in; she had never been here before. She was not even sure if not so far in was almost the end to the whole woods.
But there was a big trunked tree. So round. It was not majestic so much a gnarled and old. She knew she could keep up the game, circling it for awhile. She was fast. And liked to taunt.
She chose a part of the tree, sliding her back against it; watching the area he would be coming from first, then on to the others. She knew he was a smart boy.
She felt charmed, like she had always been part of the woods. She wished she was wearing green.

He was a smart boy. He knew when he was close to her. He turned to make a wide arc in his path. He knew she would choose the tree. He had been here before, a walk through the woods one day a time a go. The tree had reminded him of what he would be one day.
He still did not expect to catch her by surprise, but he knew, smiling to himself, it was a large trunk. She would let him chase her forever. In that moment, she captured his heart.

The tree had a soft, grainy texture. Dust remained on her hands when she pulled them away. It made her wonder if this tree would eventually just disappear by way of the wind. She suddenly thought it an honor to be there.

He caught the faintest flash of her arm, how he was not sure, but he knew she stood with her back to him. He decided to move in quickly. He was lucky to not make a sound.
She moved away, just rippled like silk, an inch before he reached her.
"Daresay, I think there is a wolf in the woods," she said, scandalous. She was just far enough away, he could not feel her breath.
"I cannot see you," he replied.
"My eyes are dancing."
She slipped away, around the tree.

She was good, not stealth.
It was her wicked words that sometimes gave him the pause she needed to keep away.
He caught her because of tree roots.

He waited so long, the sound of his breath whispering different stories.
Her lips were parted when his arrived.

She did not care what would catch in her hair. The tree appeared to know to create a comfortable ground beneath her branches.
His hand reached up her side, his fingers sprawled, leaving warmth behind. He captured her breast.
They were only wearing skin.
She merged with the earth, taking him with her.