Thanks to Author S B Mazing for the prompt for Finish It #10. Here is her beginning of the story:
He looked in her eyes. He could see the sparkle in them, something that always had fascinated him. She had the most beautiful eyes, eyes that seemed like windows to her soul. No matter what he felt, when he looked in her eyes, he immediately relaxed. She smiled at him and he had to smile as well. What a wonderful person she was. Smart, strong, loving and so so pretty. They hugged and again he felt her love, the warmth. A feeling he got whenever they hugged. It was strange but she made him feel safe. How could she make him feel safe? He was supposed to make her feel safe.
He gazed into the campfire. Soon, the church group campfire would break up and everyone would go home. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to stay like this forever, in the night air by the warmth of the campfire, looking into her eyes and seeing her smile.
“It is so nice here,’ she said. “It is a wonderful night for a campfire.” She giggled. “And toasted marshmellows.”
He didn’t want to get up, away from the safety of presence, but what she wished was his command. “As you wish, m‘lady,” he said, rising to get a marshmallow.
“Oh, you are wonderful,” she said as he stuck the marshmallow on her stick.
“What’s more, m’lady, I will toast it for you. All for a smile.”
She giggled again. “Oh, my Sir Lancelot. And here is your payment.” She flashed a smile.
He put the marshmallow in the fire and let it catch fire, then blew out. He didn’t like his blackened, but he knew she loved hers that way with the gooey inside. He handed the stick to her and sat back beside her.
She bowed her head slightly. “You are a most worthy knight,” she teased.
“At your service.”
“Delicious. Just the way I like it,” she said as she licked the remaining marshmallow off her fingers. Before he could say anything, she looked at him without her smile. “I feel so safe with you. I have never felt that way before.”
“You feel safe with me?” He tried to sound nonchalant. He never expected her to say what he had been thinking about her.
“Mm, hmm. You are always so kind and caring. We’ve known each since childhood and you have always been that way, not just to me; I’ve seen it with others. I trust you.”
The group leader spoke up. “Well, gang, time for one last group song and then closing prayer. Hope you’ve all had a great time.”
As the group sang the last song, he thought about what she said. Perhaps the feeling of safety was reciprocal when two people cared about each other. He joined in the singing, with more understanding of what it meant to love someone.