"So what happened after the confession?'' Emma bursting with enthusiasm asked, her glimmering eyes on Neva.
Neva's cheeks reddened recalling the night before. "Unmm... w–we kissed." The girl hid her face with her sweater paws.
Feeling shy, the glimpse of the night before churning her tummy with thousands of butterflies.
Emma gasped. "What? Ahh! I can't imagine my sweet Neva kissing!! Ahhh!" Emma squealed, playfully smacking Neva—feeling all jittery and thrilled for the new couple.
"Emma!" Neva whined. Emma laughed aloud, getting Neva all perflexed and cherry red. The two besties were heading home, just after finishing their lecture.
An hour prior: Emma eavesdroped Neva's conversation on a call shortly before the lecture started, and having seen Rhett's name appear on the screen, she could guess the reason for her blushing self. And, that was how she learned about the young birds in love. The first thing after the lecture ended, enable to stay sane anymore, she got all over Neva, urging her to tell everything. And that was how the girls garnered odd looks from the fellow students, walking along the campus way to the main gate.
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"Angel!" His honeyed, baritone voice called.
The startled Neva looked around, her gaze landing on her certain someone.
The man who got all her system jumbled up for the entire day, excitedly he waved towards his gorgeous looking girlfriend.
"Oh look who's here?" Emma giggled, jiggling her eyebrows at the flushed girl.
She skipped a away, bidding goodbyes with Neva.
Neva waddled towards her dashing man on a motorcycle.
"Good day Angel?" He tilted his head, a huge smile planted on the lips. Face shining, peering at his favourite human.
"It was good." Neva replied, nodding her head.
"Glad. Hop on Angel, I've got a surprise." He winked, eyes skintillating. He handed her the spare helmet. Bewilderment in her orbs, she took it and wore it.
Saying nothing, she glided on the bike.
Long road, a short ride of fifteen minutes later, reaching an anterior of a forest, he brought the Ducati to a stop.
"We've reached." He said, taking the helmet off.
Neva took the helmet off and got down on her feet. Confused she peered round at the densed forest, a sanctuary to wildlife of many kinds.
Having settled their protective headwears, Rhett cradled Neva's hand, looking into her eyes, he said with a smile.
"Stay close to me."
She smiled up back at him, warming him with the embrace, with the abundance of the fingers.
Sauntering deep towards the womb of the weald, the huge maples, oaks and sassafras trees favoured the scenery.
Almost closing the season, gray and black branches meandered through the swarms a d showers, of yellow and burnt red and orange leaves.
Weaving a fall scene, a warming herald of the approaching winter, marvellously, perfectly miraculous to the endless eyes.
Soon drifted in muffled, burbling sound, breezed by Neva's ears. Her brows raised, glittery eyes twinkling, she looked at him.
Rhett with sobriety created a way, amongst the diversed herbs, shrubs, creepers and climbers leading Neva, fearful it would prick her.
Moments advanved—halting Rhett's steps.
The faint, burbling sound of the water that perked Neva's hearing, now stripped. Preferably, blessing her with a melody so brawny, along a view so magnificent.
A whispery gasp escaped out her lips, her eyes widened in astonishment.
Autumn woods surrounded themz and before them was a close of a marvelous waterfall.
From the brim of the crest, the white crystal clear water burbling creating a mighty sound, cascading with a rippling flow. The water burbling reaching the edge.
A stream trickling as it travelled along it's bed, bubbling over rocks and branches—refreshing her soul alongside.
The enchanted forest had come to aveil her truest beauty.
Neva had her hands over her agaped lips. Taking it all in, struck in amazement.
It was beautiful. Straight out of her dreams. Even more beautiful.
"Do you like the surprise?" Rhett asked, his pleasant eyes on a Neva: all jovial and wide eyed.
Teary eyed, she trailed her eyes to his gentle ones. Her lips trembled, and in a breath, she embraced him.
"I love it! It's so wonderful Rhett."
He was slightly taken aback by her reaction. Then he smiled, holding her firmly.
Her orbs threading with the delighted reflection of the heart. "I've never seen anything so beautiful. I'm so grateful to you."
Rhett caressed her hair, closing more their bodies. He placed his chin on the top of her head, snuggling her. "I'm glad."
Smiling, he exhaled a long, soothing breath.
Pulling away, she tiptoed, kissing his soft cheek.
He widened his eyes, stunned.
She simply giggled at his cuteness.
Rhett was more surprised because of her than he aimed to her.
His eyes trailed down at a squatting Neva, stirring the chilly water, giggling, feeling jiggly, leaving him all jittery and warm inside.
Taking Neva out her trance, his arms wrapped around her. Rhett backhugged her, warming her cold frame, sniffing her shampooed addictive fragrant hair. He deeply exhales through his mouth.
"For now, I hope this woods will suffice. You said: you dream of resting on wildflowers and stargazing under a sky full of stars. That would have to be hold a bit more for later until spring. Is it fine with you?" Rhett asked.
Neva leaned into him. Her heart warm and filled at how he remembered her little wish. "Of course. And this is still not inferior than any of my dreams." She looked up at him and smiled.
He mirrored back a smile.
And God was he the most beautiful?
Neva glanced away, her cheeks suddenly heated. And Neva thought; he was more of an almost unimaginable, impossible dream than any of her little wishes. How she thanked God for him in the quiet prayers of her mind.
For the blessing that was Rhett.
"You're my one, my forever Neva. I may lack in many ways. But I promise; I'd give my everything to be enough for you." He tightened his hold on her.
"There's things I need to come open to you," he paused, unsure.
"But trust me, I will never make you feel deceived." He assured, kissing her mellow hair which smelled like fruits and flowers.
Neva tilted her head and met his eyes.
"I trust you. And you are more than enough." She reassuringly smiled at him. "Everyone has gotten secrets. But when you feel is the right time, I hope you can open up to me."
"Thank you Angel." A beaming Rhett grinned, nuzzling his face on her nap, adorning goosebumps over her delicate skin.
"I have something to tell you too." She said, barely helping herself from stuttering at his gestures.
Rhett raised his head and glanced up at her. "Are you fine telling me?"
"I am. Well, the thing is, my name's actually not Neva Mae." Her declaration made Rhett frown and sit their unclear.
"It's Neva Evara Noe." Neva revealed.
"Before coming here, I lived with my aunt and uncle. Eight years ago, my parents and I got into an accident." Neva paused. The topic was a bit heavy.
Her eyes searched his, and as if, he saw through her heart, he assured. "You don't have to tell me if it's hard Angel."
Neva relaxed, she shook her head, glancing away at the burbling stream.
"That accident cost me my parents. And—I can't remember anything about my life before that day. From then on, I was shut off in my house." She inhaled sharply
"I'm sorry Neva." Rhett emphatized and kissed her temple. "It must've been hard."
Neva clutched onto his arms. "I had my aunt and uncle with me. It wasn't so bad with them around."
"I was a bit anxious at the beginning, but still as I couldn't help wanting to see more of the world, to try experience new things in life, and so I came to Erriador."
"But why Erriador?" Rhett asked.
"Erriador, because, I thought it would be more familiar here, since I was born and brought up here until the incident. Rhett, you don't mind me having no memories about half my life?" Neva carefully asked.
"Not at all. We can't fill up for the loss, but together, we will make, many beautiful memories." He smiled at her, making her mirror in her own lightened face. He wondered; how could he be so favoured?
His Neva; diving him into miracles of pleasurable, electric emotions. The deeper he's falling, the lesser he wondered words to describe this feeling.
"We will,'' She giggled.
"We can be happy together."