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house,” I say to him.
    “I’m excited too,” he says taking my hand in
his and resting them on his thigh. We sit in silence while my hand
is in his, my breath quickening from his touch. I can feel the
warmth of his leg through his jeans. My thoughts start to wander
and I think what it would be like to touch his strong thigh without
the denim barrier. The thought makes my heart skip a beat and I
intake a sharp breath. Luke turns to me and shows me that wicked
grin again making me blush. I wonder if he is reading my mind.
Giving my hand a tight squeeze, he lets go leaving my hand to rest
on his thigh. I feel his muscle tighten as his leg moves to touch
the brake when he slows to turn on a dirt road. I quickly move my
hand into my lap. My mind is in overdrive from all these
feelings.
    The dirt road is overgrown with trees and
brush. It looks like no one ever drives it. I am forced into Luke’s
shoulder as we hit a large bump in the road.
    “Hold on baby, it’s a bumpy ride,” Luke tells
me. His eyes do not leave the road. Both of his hands are planted
firmly on the steering wheel.
    I grab the dash of the truck since it’s the
only thing I can hold on to besides Luke. He just called me baby. I
already can’t seem to keep a calm head, so touching him is not a
good idea right now.
    I’m distracted by the road that seems to go
on forever, and I can feel my bottom starting to get sore from it
bouncing up and down on the hard seat. Just when I think it will
never be over, the truck slows and we are in a clearing. The full
moon illuminates the body of water in front of us. I am taken aback
at the beauty.
    There’s a large pond with boulders
surrounding it in what looks like a perfect circle. A small
waterfall is off to the side where a stream enters into the pond.
The water cascades over a series of rocks that stagger in different
directions making the water go this way and that. Colossal Cypress
trees surround the banks with their limbs dangling giving it a
spooky but romantic feel. A wooden dock extends to the middle and
ends with a small gazebo perched dead center of the pond.
    I turn to Luke who is climbing out of the
truck and reaches for my hand to help me out. I climb down with his
assistance and we walk towards the water.
    “What is this place?” I ask not able to take
my eyes off the glistening water.
    “I found it. Someone obviously made it a long
time ago, but I don’t know who. I’ve been coming here for a couple
of years and have never seen a soul,” he explains. “As far as I can
tell, this is public land. I think,” he says looking my
direction.
    “It’s so beautiful. Can we go out there?” I
ask pointing to the gazebo.
    “Yes, it’s safe. The dock was broken up when
I found it, but I have slowly fixed it up,” he tells me as he leads
me toward the dock, my hand in his.
    “I can’t believe someone would make something
this beautiful and then never come here.” I express when we reach
the gazebo. Wooden benches line the edges and there is a wrought
iron table in the middle with matching chairs.
    “Well, I think whoever did is long gone. I
think it was built in the 40’s. At least that is when this table
was built,” he says motioning to the wrought iron set. “This is the
only thing that I have been able to date,” he explains sitting on
one of the benches. “The dock was rotten when I found it, so I
believe whoever did build it hasn’t been here for a long time.”
    “How did you find it anyway? It’s not exactly
accessible,” I say thinking of the long drive on that bumpy
overgrown road.
    “That’s probably why I’ve never seen anyone
else here. One of the things I like to do when I am frustrated or
angry at something is to find old roads and see where they lead,”
Luke says staring up at me. “I found this spot the day my father
told me I couldn’t work at the plantation anymore. I had just
gotten my truck the week before, and when I left the plantation I
somehow noticed the