Chuckling as she waggles her brows at me, I simply nod for a moment as we walk. “We should definitely check that out and make sure it’s safe.”
The further we walk into the park, the more relaxed I feel. This decision to go public about our relationship is possibly the best decision I’ve made since taking the chance to date Emma in the first place. Everything feels more intense, more brightly colored, clichéd as that sounds. We make a full circuit around the pond, waving to Archie and Pongo across the way, before moving off toward what Emma says is the make out spot.
“Come here, you,” she says with a grin, backing me up against a tree.