Not meant to be Pt 4

Lisa and Jace both slept better than they had in a long time that night they spent together. Jace replayed the night in his head for the next several days, as did Lisa. They messaged each other frequently, just like lust-stricken teenagers. It was difficult to try and see each other that week, schedules just didn’t line up.

That next weekend it just didn’t seem like it was going to work out either. Jace had secretly reserved a campsite about an hour away from the town they both lived in. He knew she enjoyed camping. Jace messaged her and she said she would find a way to make it. That Saturday, sure enough, she was able to sneak away for the night. She threw a bag of clothes in her car, stopped by the store on the way and grabbed some beer and Fireball, and headed out of town.

The drive an hour north was uneventful. She followed the directions he had sent her, and soon enough was pulling up to the camp site. She noticed he had ridden his motorcycle, and already had camp all set up. There was a smallish tent already set up, firewood had been gathered up, and Jace was slowly walking back from the shore of the lake. Lisa looked past the trees, and realized they were right on the water, and the view was beautiful. There wasn’t anyone in the camping sites for 3-4 around them in all directions.

“Hello gorgeous” Jace said as he walked up to her. He hugged her tight, and kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing in their mouths. Jace made her head spin when he did things like this.

“Well hello sexy” she replied when they stopped kissing.

“Toss your stuff in the tent, and come with me. The small section on the left is for our stuff” Jace told her. They walked over to the tent, and as he unzipped the tent, she realized the tent was sectioned off. There was a small section to the left for stuff, and a separate section on the right for sleeping. It looked a little small, but she doubted they would do much sleeping, if at all. Lisa tossed her bag in the tent, and Jace zipped it back up. Smiling, he took her hand, and lead her through the trees, and to the water. As they approached the shore, Lisa noticed two small folding stools and two fishing poles.