Great Care

Dylan bites his lip to keep himself from laughing and he nods at Ashlee. "Of course... making it through there is the hardest part."

Wandering to the other side of the windmill, they were now out of sight of Stacy and Eric. "I gotta admit..." Dylan gains a sheepish expression. "Back home, I used to play mini golf all the time. Me and some buddies would hang out at the local course. Kinda.... caused some trouble sometimes...." He shrugs. "But I wound up playing a lot and learning a few tricks."


Eric's heart beat hard within his chest, his eyes never leaving Stacy's. Great care. Oh, how he had great care. He knew what pain felt like. He knew how hard it was to pick up the pieces. He knew the same need to be handled with that same great care. She had a fragile heart - so did he.

As Stacy's hand moves up to his face and then to his hair, his eyes fall shut for a moment. Her touch sent shivers down his spine as if she possessed great power in such a simple gesture. As her hand moves down a little, he turns his head to stop it, his lips meeting her palm to kiss it gently.

Turning his eyes back to hers, he moves his arms tighter around her so she was closer and the gap between them was no more. She did something to him nobody else did. She made his heart beat a new rhythm that was exciting and scary at the same time. He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't expected this. It felt oh so sudden and out of the blue. But he couldn't deny the bolts of electricity that shot through his veins. His lips longed to kiss her again... his arms longed to hold her closer, tighter.

But he knew he mustn't. Not here. Not now. Not so soon. Not with fragile hearts.

"I can try," he whispers. "Two broken hearts can find it hard to mend at the same time... but... but I'll handle yours with great care.... if you do the same for me."