was my line,” he said, hopping back into the driver’s seat. “I guess I don’t have to worry about work tomorrow.”
Lily smirked. “Still could, if you wanted to,” she said.
“No. Actually the idea of work now feels… ridiculous.”
“Funny how running from the cops can put things in perspective, huh?” she said.
“It is funny,” he agreed, “I can’t wait to see the expression on my boss's face when he realizes I’m not coming to work anymore. Not even resigning or quitting, just… just gone.”
“Think he’ll be pissed?”
“Oh god! I hope so,” Shane said, “hey, open the glove box.”
She did and he indicated the small Pentax camera. “I think we should celebrate our getaway, commemorate it with a picture, don’t you think?”
She laughed and turned it on, and then, leaning in close to him raised her two fingers in a peace sign and took a selfie of both of them. “I almost want to get this one framed,” she thought to herself.
Shane took the turn off that led back up to the cabin and Lily wordlessly acknowledged that it would be for the best. The police wouldn’t think to look up in the cabin, it was far enough off the grid and off their radar to function as an adequate hideout for the time being. As they pulled into the familiar meadow and made their way back to the cabin, Lily’s fingers twined between his own.
They found a few eggs, some extra bacon, and the last few vegetables from the grocery box. Lily also picked a handful of dandelions, and found several big handfuls of blackberries growing wild beside the cabin. It was a meager meal, but for some reason it tasted better than any Shane had ever had. Afterwards they simply left the dishes in the sink and Lily set up a fire again, and showed him the best way to light it without using any paper. She gathered several handfuls of tinder in varying degrees of width and in moments the fire was blazing again.
Shane sat down next to her and put the blanket over her shoulders, and she smiled and leaned against him.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes,” he agreed, but both of them knew he was really talking about her.
“I… I’ve been alone for so long, Shane. I don’t really know how to… how to be with another person,” she admitted.
He shrugged and rubbed the top of her head. “If it’s any consolation, neither do I. I’ve been isolated for so long I don’t really have a clue myself. But I don’t think we have to worry. We just… go with it, and see what happens.”
“That sounds very unlike you,” she said, amazed.
“I know, right? I think you must be rubbing off on me,” he said.
“I like that idea, then,” she said and leaned up and kissed him.
He kissed her back and their silhouette danced in the shadow of the fireplace.
“I love you too,” she finally said, her voice quivering.
He smiled and leaned down and she folded herself out on her back. He kissed her again and his hands ran up her shirt, over her navel and against the bridge of her ribs, until his palm was cradling the naked rise of her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she moaned as he pulled her shirt off and massaged her chest. Lily lifted her arms above her head and raised her chest toward him, as he kissed her neck and made his way down, felt the rough nub of her nipple brush against his