HIM by Brittney Cohen-Schlesinger

thought.
                  “I guess so.”
                  “Sir, can you please head back now?”  The driver nodded his head and we went back to the beach house.  Once Jensen and I were out of the cab, he took me by the hand.  My hand felt so small compared to his.  His was warmer than mine, softer than mine.  He was so gentle.  I felt perfect like this with him.  “I don’t think you’ve done anything like this before,” Jensen told me.
                  “Oh no,” I rolled my eyes, “what is it?”
    “Follow me and you’ll find out.”
    Of course my curiosity got the best of me and I followed him down a dirt path behind the beach house.  I’d never traveled beyond this point.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, looking up at the starry night sky twinkling as we walked underneath.  The rain had stopped, leaving an earthy aroma behind.  It was a bit humid out.
    “You’ll see,” he winked, grabbing my hand.  I rarely ever knew how to respond to a thing he said.  He spoke gracefully, confidently.  I was always so unsure of myself.  Maybe some of his good habits would rub off on me one of these days.
                  Jensen had taken us down the road a bit, across from the swaying Michigan Lake.  The smell of seaweed filled my nostrils as we passed a small Japanese market I didn’t even know existed around here.  It brought back memories of China Town in New York City.
                  “Are you willing to do something crazy and out of the ordinary?” he asked, eyes bright against the full moon.
    “Um…what did you have in mind?” I answered with trepidation.
    Without another word Jensen led us to a quaint pond surrounded by full bushes and a slew of already-lit candles, a large quilt beside a boulder across the water.  There was a giant weeping willow tree just above the pond with about five-dozen Mason Jars filled with tea lights hanging from the branches.
                  “Jensen, this is so beautiful.”  I’d never seen such a magical looking place in my life.  It was beyond romantic.  “You did all this?”
                  “That seems to be a very popular question with you,” he teased, referring to the date he’d prepared for us at Old Tily’s.  “While we were in the cab I texted Tory to see if she and her friend could light the candles once we were almost back to the beach house.  But before I’d gone to your house before you arrived from your trip this was where I was…setting things up.”
                  “I’m in shock,” I laughed nervously.
    He let go of my hand and began taking off his shoes and shirt.  His faded jeans fell to his feet, the candles flickering as Jensen made his way across the pond to put his clothes on the boulder.  I stood across from him, motionless.  His long, pale fingers played with the waistband of his boxer briefs, staring at me, satisfied, from across the water.
                  Once he saw that I wasn’t moving he calmly walked over to me with contentment.  “What are you waiting for?”  His muscles were perfect.  His arms, so immense, yet appearing soft somehow made him seem menacing in a sexy way.  I imagined his arms around me . . . never letting go.
                  “I don’t know,” I said.  I looked at the still water then up at Jensen’s beautiful face.  His lips were parted, staring at my mouth.  I wanted to kiss him.  He moved closer to me.  His large, soft hand gently removed the sweater from my right shoulder exposing skin he’d never seen before.
                  “I have a question for you and I need you to answer honestly.”  I raised an eyebrow, unable to speak for the time being; I was in awe of how handsome he was.  “Do you feel safe with me?”  I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip.  “Then...don’t be scared to be with me like this.  I swear to you…making