One year ago, you had only given glances to the other. Now this very day, you sneak to the other over his pa's fence to cuddle in his truck. His dad's old truck, at least. Snuggled up, giggling, as if you'd got away from his father's stern gaze. Well, at least this evening you did with the old man being gone.

Leon was driving with you in the passenger seat, driving on the nearby dirt road pass the wheat fields. One hand on the steering wheel and the other stroking your thigh. Offering a small smile as he glanced over at you, warm and kind. Heavens above, the smile made your thighs clench a little as he gave a small squeeze and pat, returning his hand to the steering wheel.

He said he had something planned, you didn't know what, though. Leon making sure you didn't peek at the back of the truck, pushing your face forward with his calloused hands each time you tried to get a peek.

“We're here, think you'll like it, honeybun.”

Your eyes met a small hill overlooking the fields, and the small, blurry house in the distance, his family's house. Fields down below, and a tree shadowing the pair of you from the setting sun. Finally, you could glance out to the back of the truck, revealing a mattress and a blanket there. Did he want to sleep here?

“You need help getting out?” Leon asked, already noticing he was at the truck's door. Swinging it open so you could get out.