Snippet #2403511

When Devon offered to carry Emily, she simply shook her head and took his hand, walking with him to the shelters. He had not expected a bold move like that. Emily was full of surprises, and he loved it. Reflecting back, he had never been more intrigued with a girl. Sure, he had been super attracted to some girls, but none of them were so surprising to him. It was enchanting.

Once they got back to the shelter, Emily sat down on the ground, taking her hand out of his. He instantly missed the feeling. "I'm not that tired. You know, yawning is just a sign of lack of oxygen to the brain, not exhaustion." Devon pretended that he completely understood what she just said. "Yeah... I knew that....." He shrugged, knowing he was nowhere near to convincing her.

He had an idea and sat down behind her. Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved her hair out of the way and began to rub her shoulders. "I'm sure you're sore from today, with all of that fishing and lugging sticks around. You should relax a little bit." He continued to rub her shoulders slowly, working into the muscles. He had given his fair share of massages, so he was pretty sure that she would appreciate it.