After a while, I’m not even paying attention to my surroundings anymore. I follow the trail I’m not sure is an actual trail, but it winds through the trees, guiding me deeper into the quiet and the solitude, and I peer through to see if I can make out the peak in the distance. But it’s too thick.
I take off Noah’s hat and shake out my locks, the breeze feeling good on my scalp and the wind clearing my head. I close my eyes.
But suddenly, I hear a rock fall behind me, bouncing off a boulder or something, and I jerk around, scanning the woods I just walked through.
The pulse in my neck throbs as the sunlight streams through the trees to the forest floor, and I train my eyes, trying to see around trunks and rocks. I reach to my side, clutching the butt of the rifle.
If it’s an animal, I won’t see it until it wants me to. I swallow, trying to catch sight of anything.
But there’s nothing.
No movement.
I remain still for a few more moments, making sure nothing is there and turn around, occasionally looking over my shoulder and keeping my eyes open just in case. It’s probably nothing. Trees fall, rocks spill, animals scurry…
I reach the top of another steep incline, the land leveling out, and look at the trail ahead, trying to remember how much farther it is.
But then I look left, doing a double-take, and see it.
I smile. Like actually smile.
I head for the pond Jake and I passed the other day, relieved I didn’t get lost. I climb down the rocks and come to the little beach and look out at the rock walls surrounding the water. Lush foliage hugs the sides, trees tower overhead, but there’s enough sunlight getting through to shimmer across the still water.
It’s empty. No people, no noise, and the warmth of the sun feels good.
I debate for a moment if I should strip, glancing around as if someone may be watching, but I decide to keep my clothes on. Or most of them.
I set the rifle down and drop my pack before unbuttoning Noah’s shirt. Wearing a sports bra underneath, I pull off his shirt and drop it to the ground with my hat, starting my Spotify playlist on my phone and setting it down before walking into the water with my sneakers on. I’ll get dry on the walk back. I’d rather not be in my underwear if anyone shows up. Or shoeless if an animal does.
I wade out and then shoot off, “Look Back at It” playing as I swim out to the middle of the small pond. Another smile I can’t hold back spreads across my face.
This feels good. The cool water sends chills over my body, giving me a sudden burst of energy, and I dive down and then come back up, my hair now soaked and slicked back.
Lying back, I float, the weightlessness and water in my ears making me feel alone.
But not lonely for once.
I glide my fingers under the water, my hair floating around me, and I smile again, because it’s the first time since I’ve been here that the world feels like a big place. It helps to get outside. To get lost a little.
I always forgot that.
A faint rumble hits my ears, and I lift my head up, treading water as I see a dirt bike pull up to the beach.
My face falls and my body tenses. Who is that?
He takes off his helmet, a dark blond head coming into view as his hair sticks up, kind of all messy-sexy, and it takes me less than a second
to recognize Terrance Holcomb. Whom I’ve yet to actually meet.
“Hey,” he calls out, climbing off his bike.
I don’t respond. What is he doing here? I look and listen. Are they all coming?
He heads for the water, pulling off his boots and socks, and I realize he’s coming in. Keeping his jeans on, he walks into the pond, pulling off his shirt and tossing it back to the rocks.
He reaches down and scoops up some water, splashing it on his face, running it over his hair and down the back of his neck, and wetting his chest.
Loooooove the tribal tattoos. Wonder which tribe he belongs to. I almost snort.