"So where are we going?" Diana asks as she slams the door of my truck. Her brown hair is tossed down in waves. Her jeans hang low on her hips exposing her stomach while her top is loose on her upper body. She's breathtaking in the most literal way. Every time I see her, my heart skips a beat and for a few seconds, I forget how to breathe.

"We are going on a date," I tell her sneaking in one more glance before I start to drive. Her hand stops me. I turn around to see her looking at me. "What?"

"No kiss?" She makes a small pout. I kiss it. "A longer one please?" I laugh before breaking the gap between us once again. Kissing Diana felt like a sick trick someone was playing against me. It was sweet and soft and I could never grow tired of it. Of her.

Her hand was on my chest and I think at some moment she twisted it around her hand because when she pulled away it was wrinkly in the same place her hand had been in.

"Now, where are we going?" She asks once again.

"You'll see soon enough."

"I like surprises. Let's get the show on the road." She says. I hear the soft click on the seatbelt and drive off. I really hope she likes what I have planned for her. This is my first time doing something so special for a girl. And not just any girl, but Diana.

We keep the conversation soft and minimal. There aren't any awkward moments with her. As a matter of fact, there never has been an awkward moment with her. I have always been comfortable with her. And I think she has been as well.

I drive with one hand in hers; the other on the wheel. Her hand is soft like she just put some bath and body creme before she got in the car. Now, I'm going to smell like her.

Thirty minutes later I'm pulling up in the lake we found last year. Hopefully, Clarissa's ideal date is somewhat good enough for Diana.

"What is this place? I've never been here before." She says looking outside the window.

"You'll see. Come on." I get out and open the back door so I can grab the basket and blankets I brought for us.

"How romantic of you."

"What can I say. Marc Anthony thought me well." I joke.

It takes us a few minutes to actually reach the lake. We talk and look around as branches brush against our shoulders. Diana occasionally kicks the soil off the ground and pushes a small little rock out of the way. She's smiling and looking around in a way I haven't seen before.

The body of water creates an almost perfect circle surrounded by an abundance of trees. The clear water creates a mirror effect with the sky and the trees around the edge. Everything is so still that for I moment I forget time exists. For a moment, I escape reality with Diana.

"This is amazing. I had no idea this place even existed." Diana says. Her hand is still in mine, so I give it a gentle squeeze before looking over at her. I smile because she looks genuinely happy. I smile because she is utterly beautiful. I smile because I am so in love with her. No right words could describe the aching feeling in my chest whenever she's around.

"We found it last year when mom got lost. I don't even remember where we were supposed to be going. We stayed here instead." I look out onto the still water. It's breathtaking. "Come one, I'll set up and you enjoy the view," I tell her.

"Let me help."

"I'll bite you if you do," I say completely serious.

"I can't tell if you are joking or actually being serious." She says.

"Try and find out." She moves to grab the basket and I lick her cheek.

"Miles!" She screams. I think Diana wipes off her cheek but I'm too busy laughing to pay attention.

"I told you. Next time I'm bitting you."

"Okay. You are disgusting."

'But you like me, so." I playfully push her shoulder.

"Sadly, yes."

I lay down the basket while Diana sits on a log. I unfold the blanket red and white blanket and place it on the ground. My pretty girlfriend talks about graduation and prom and how excited she is. I place a bowl of grapes on the blanket when she mentions going to Georgia's State University. This is the first time she's actually mentioned college.

"What do you want to study?" I finally ask as I wipe my hands and motion for her to join me. She does.

"Undecided. You?"

"My mom doesn't even know. No one knows. I think she might break out crying the second I tell her."

"You don't have to tell me, hermoso." She tries saying what I call her, but it comes out adorable. A mess of sounds. I laugh because that was the cutest thing she's ever done. I look at her, the space between is clearly broken. We are mere centimeters away.

"You are perfect." I kiss her slowly and gently not wanting to break the spell this forest has cast on us. "I want to go into pre-law or political science." She lays on my legs looking up at me. My hand finds its way to her hair as I talk. "Then law school. I want to work with immigrants and granting them their visa cards and citizenship. I want to make a difference. People from Mexico, Cuba, and so many other places risk their life to have a better one here. I want to make the transition as easy as possible and I want to help undocumented as well."

"You know, you are perfect too flower. You're even too good for this world. Too good for me."

"No one could ever be too good for you. Not even me. But deep down I hope I am the best you ever receive. I don't want you to have to worry about finding the right person because hopefully, that's me. I want to be worthy of you and no matter what, I'll do my best every day to show you that I am."

I see her take a grape before her head falls on my lap. Her eyes are looking at mine when she speaks. "I like this place." I look around the circle the lake forms. How still the water is. The birds creating beautiful music. Peace.

"Me too. When we get married it should totally be here." I joke. But part of me isn't actually joking, but she doesn't need to know that.

"I like that you said when and not if."

"There's never an if with you baby." I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. I see Diana's eyes close. Taking a deep breath, I look at her once more. If I had the ability to look at her every second of the day, I would.

I can't move. She's been sleeping on me for the last forty minutes, but I can't move. I can't wake her up. She looks so calm and genuinely happy. Her chest rises and falls slowly. She doesn't have a care in the world.

Diana is in my lap and I can't move. Carajo. My thighs have been cramping for the last ten minutes, but I won't move. Trust me. She'll wake up when she needs to wake up. I pass the next ten minutes softly touching her hair and tracing her face. I do it so gently not wanting to wake her up. I just simply want to admire her. I want to admire how her eyelashes almost touch her cheeks when she puts on mascara. I want to admire the soft push her upper lip does when she breaths out. I want to-

My phone is ringing. It's ringing and it's going to wake her up. It's ringing and it's inside my pocket. Diana's eyes are opening.

I woke her up. I ruined her sleep.

"I'm sorry. Did I fall asleep?" She asks yawning. She hides her face with her hands.

"Don't do that."

"DO what?"

"The thing with your hands," I tell her.

"What thing?" She does it again.

"Don't do it," I tell her, but she looks like a lost puppy.

"Your phone was ringing." I pull it out of my pocket to find a miss call from Lidia's. Fuck. I was supposed to work today. Shit shit shit. Puneta.

"I had a shift. She's going to kill me."

"Just tell her you were with me." Diana jokes, but it really is the perfect excuse.

"Oh, I will."

We quickly pick up our stuff and head back to the truck. She can't kill me. Lidia loves Diana too much to kill me. Right?

hey hey hey. A little surprise update! Dream date vibes honestly. Happy Sunday!

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