TWENTY-SEVEN

“One of these two things will have to happen; either you delete the picture or you lock it up in a hidden folder never to see the light of the day”

“But I want to see it first thing every morning; it would be in a frame on my bed side table, what do you say?”

“Nope, no way Ivy; I really hope you’re joking” I panted.

I didn’t remember this route being this long.

I convinced Ivan to come swimming with me at the lake Dad used to fish in when ever we spent a weekend here. Well, it didn’t take much to convince him; I brought up the idea of swimming and he was up for it. “So long as I see you in a bikini” were his exact words laced with his legendary undies dropping wink.

Pervert much.

“I honestly feel like we’re lost” I complained as my sandals crunched on dried leaves and twigs behind Ivan who was somehow leading the way to somewhere he’s never been to but with my directions guiding him.

“I hear water! We must be close” he said excitedly holding my hand -which he hadn’t left since we ente