Fletcher( Boys of HGU #1) by Victoria McFarlane

Author:Victoria McFarlane [McFarlane, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-20T05:00:00+00:00

Twenty-one

“Come on!” Colt hollers at the head of the trail, “By the time we set off it’ll be dark!”

“It’s ten in the morning!” I shout back.

“Yeah, so? You’re taking forever!”

I huff my annoyance as I lace up my boots. They’re new and the laces aren’t like normal boots, zigzagging and weaving the entire way up. Why does this have to be so difficult!?

“Here,” Fletcher kneels in front of me, shooing my hands away.

I laugh, “I feel like a kid who can’t tie her sneakers.”

He grins up at me from beneath his lashes as he makes quick work of the laces and has them done up in a matter of seconds.

I stand and make my way to where Decker and Colt are waiting at the boarder of trees, Fletcher behind me.

I was ecstatic to learn we were going to hike today. I’d pushed the memory down, there was no reason I couldn’t enjoy this.

It was just as I remembered, the rocks, the trees. I don’t know why I expected it to be different, maybe because everything else has changed, why shouldn’t this too?

My legs work through the snow, following the guys up ahead. I watch all of their backs, Decker’s, Colt’s, Fletchers, their broad shoulders, muscular physiques making quick work of the hill before them.

Me I was lagging. Of course I was. I trained sure but I was no seasoned hiker but that would never stop me, so I follow them, their footprints in the snow when they disappeared for a second before coming back into view.

It surprised me when I recognized the exact rock I slipped down before Fletcher had caught me and then the exact spot he decided to play that game and jump out at me.

My eyes find the spot where we led in the snow, me on top of him, his face just a hair away. A shiver runs through me, heating my core.

I wanted him then but it was different to how I wanted him now. Now I yearned for him like he was air and if I didn’t have him I would suffocate.

We pass the spot without stopping, continuing up the trail.

Part of me believes he’s going to go to that spot, our spot but he just continues on, not even sparing it a glance.

It hurts my heart.

Does he remember it?

Does he remember the moment we shared at that lookout after he carved our initials into the tree?

I wondered idly as we continued up the trail if it was still there and about half an hour later the curiosity is too much and I turn back, following the prints back down the trail. I get to the fork where I know the lookout is and begin the trek across, pushing branches out of the way but still managing to snag my jacket on the sharp edges.

My breath catches in my throat as I break through the trees. I stand for just a minute, taking it in, soaking in the view.

The mountains stand tall in the distance but the peaks aren’t concealed by a blanket of cloud today.

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