Arthur’s hand subtly, yet shakily, reached for your own hand. He was sitting beside you on the wagon that Hosea was driving, both of you in the back.

“I-…uh…” Arthur stammered over his words, meeting your gaze for a moment before immediately looking away. He was only 16. He didn’t quite know how to flirt yet.

Arthur looked down at you before resting his hand on your cheek and lifting your head up, his lips meeting yours for a second. Before, Hosea’s voice called for you both.