[ photo via pinterest ] I flip through the pages of my book, sighing and letting the words blur my vision. A soft growl is heard above the slight breeze that blows my hair and waves the grass. I roll my eyes and close my book. "If you're trying to scare me again, it won't work." I listen to the small sigh but still jump back when he pounces on me. "Ah hah! And you said it wouldn't work!" I giggle as we roll around in the grass. I try to push him off of me, while he stubbornly hangs on. "Get off of me!" "No." We continue to roll, and that's when I notice our slight downhill incline. "Oh no..." I reach a hand out, clawing at the grass, trying to slow us down as we begin to slide instead of roll. "Oh--" His voice is cut off by the splash of our bodies, hitting the water. I lift my head above the pond water, gasping for air and managing to push him off of me. He turns toward me and l...
Authenticity is attractive.