Who We Are by Samantha Marsh Page A

world. His embrace felt so familiar. She started to doze off in his arms when he gave her a little shake.
                  “Desire, wake up Desire. It’s getting late. If you do not return home before your parents do, they will be worried, or even worse, suspicious. Either one could lead to trouble for you.”
                  She looked up at him with loving eyes and raised her lips to give him a kiss.
    “Johnny, I am not sure what is going on, but I feel like you are who I am meant to be with. Do I have to leave you?”
                  “Yes Desire, you do. Do not fear, my love. Soon we will be together forever.”
    He got up and buttoned and smoothed his shirt. He extended a hand to help her up. He gingerly wrapped her bosom and dressed her. He gently put each of her shoes on and tied the laces as she sat on the fresh forest grass. Then he took her face into his hands once again and kissed her. The kiss was long and soft. She didn’t want to ever let go of him during that kiss. He gently pulled away, “Go now, but know that I am always watching and always ready to protect you.”
                  What would I need protection from?
                  He escorted her back behind the bushes where she had hidden her vegetable basket. Now they were out of the forest, they could not touch or kiss. She picked up the basket and looked back at him. He placed his hand on his heart and blew her a kiss. She blew one back to him and then, sadly, headed home.
                  After she was out of sight, he walked back over to the creek,  picking a wild rose on the way. They grew sporadically throughout the forest Johnny sat down on a rock looked down at the flower, seeing that one of the thorns had cut the inside of his hand and he was bleeding a little bit. As he licked the blood away, he couldn’t help but see the irony. His Desire was like that wild rose. She was so beautiful and unique and yet there were thorns surrounding her and he couldn’t quite get to her without the risk of being cut. Her naivety to the reality of their world was the biggest thorn of all. He desperately wanted to grab her and run, but he knew that if he did so without a good plan to avoid the thorns, there would—like the rose—be bloodshed. He feared he was losing her to Them for good. He tried his best to keep a watch on her without causing a stir; that was not easy. He had not quite figured out how to re-introduce the Truth into her life without causing irreparable damage that may ultimately wipe the memory of their love from her mind for good.
                  Feeling her body so close to him caused a flood of emotion in him. It was all he could do to play along and treat these emotions as new and innocent. Feeling her soft flesh against his and her sweet lips hungry for his was almost unbearable, so hungry was he for her. The intimacy of the moment awakened a beast inside of him. He felt more determined than ever to free them both from this prison -world they lived in. He wanted to accelerate his plan, but he had to take great care. He knew the risks of pushing her mind. A psychological collision of Then and Now could be devastating for her and he was not willing to take that chance.
                  There was some relief in knowing that Desire felt a strong connection to him. He felt optimistic was and took this as a sign that she was not past the point of no return.
                  He got up off the rock, tossed the rose into the creek, and watched it flow gently away from. He prayed that Desire would not float away from him.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
                  Desire rushed home radiating with pleasure. Her encounter with Johnny had generated so many feelings inside of her. When she wrapped herself around him, it felt as though she melted into his body and soul. The way her body responded to him was all new