Declan shifted from one foot to the other impatiently, waiting for Iris to show up. She'd been damn mysterious in her text messages, asking him to meet her at The Glade at one o'clock, and his curiosity was growing stronger by the minute.
He'd known what she'd meant by The Glade, of course. In high school, when they'd been caught one too many times by parental figures in some...pretty heavy duty make-out sessions, they'd started trying to find new places to neck.
Ones where parents were less likely to stumble in on them.
It had been a search for just such a place when Iris had caught her foot on a tree branch and had fallen down a ravine, breaking her leg.
Whoops.
As soon as her leg healed, they were right back at it. They'd finally found this place – a beautiful clearing in amongst the pine trees with a small creek bubbling past – and had christened it on the spot. It was where they'd lost their virginity to each other, actually.