Picnic

The wind tugged at the hem of my dress as I climbed off the motorcycle, my head spinning and my legs unsteady. I hurriedly smoothed down my dress, trying to regain some balance.

"Hold on," Aiden said, dismounting with ease. He stepped closer, his hands gentle as he carefully lifted the helmet from my head.

The sudden brightness made me blink, and I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to tame the mess the ride had left behind.

The first thing that hit me was the deep, peaceful silence. The only thing I could hear was the soft rustle of the wind through the grass. I looked around at the lush hills, speckled with wildflowers in bold, brilliant colors that seemed to stretch on forever.

"This place is so beautiful," I whispered.

"Yes, it is," Aiden replied, his gaze on me.

I felt my cheeks warm and quickly looked away, trying to hide the blush creeping up.

Aiden chuckled. "You're damn cute, Ellie."