𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 |~𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚍~|

Chapter Twenty-Three

We came up to the canal. Sure enough, the old bridge was still standing. 

"Do you know what the chances of this thing caving in are?" I asked as we looked at it.

"It's a dried up canal, and only 3 feet deep. We'd be fine." 

I rolled my eyes and, against my better judgement, walked across the bridge. Harris came across after me. Then, we started walking to our spot in the woods. 

Once we got there, I brushed some snow off of a rock and sat down on it. I smiled and looked around at the grove of trees. "You know what, I really do miss this," I said. 

"You should come back here. You could live a quiet life. No more bullets, no more killers. Just you and me," he said. 

I sighed. "Harris, you know that I can't leave my work." 

"Why not? I'm starting to make a name for myself. I could provide for us." 

"It's not about the money. My job is my purpose." 

Harris sighed and shook his head. He sat down next to me on the rock. 

"How is your pottery business going?" I asked, curious. 

"Really well, actually. I just sold a piece to an art gallery in Augusta." 

I nodded. "That's really cool." Then, I smirked and laughed. "Remember that one time in 11th grade when your vase exploded." 

"Hey! That was not my fault!" He laughed. 

"It was too!" 

"It beats that bowl you made that was just a block of clay with a divot in it," He smiled. 

"You'll regret that!" I laughed as I threw a snowball at him. It nailed him right in the face. 

"Hey!" He jumped off of the rock and threw a snowball at me. Then, we were throwing snowballs left and right. 

After trying to run from one of Harris's snowballs, I ended up tripping from my heavy snowboots. 

Then, Harris tripped over my body and we were both laying in the snow, trying to catch our breath. I pulled my hair out of my face and saw him looking at me. 

He placed his hands on the back of my head, pulling me towards him. His eyes flickered to my lips. Just as we were about to kiss, I turned away and sat up. 

Harris sat up and put his hand on my cheek. "Hey, what was that?" 

I sighed. "Harris, you know that I don't want a long distance relationship. I just can't deal with it." 

"Then move up here!" 

"You know I can't." 

He sighed and looked away for a second. "What if I moved to Virginia?" 

I looked back at him. "You would really do that?" 

"Yeah, I could buy an apartment. The art industry is pretty good there, I've heard." 

I smiled. "Really?" 

I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. He placed his hands on the small of my back and hugged me tightly, adding more passion to the kiss. 

Eventually, I broke away and rested my forehead against his. 

"Thank you," I said. 

He smiled and kissed me once more. "I'd do anything for you, mon chérie"