Amber had to breath slowly in attempt to keep a clear mind. It only served in opposite effect. Her body was well aware of their close proximity and it wasn’t helping with the sensations such provoked in her body. It was almost kinetic, the way she felt this magnetism to this stranger. She could feel the heat through his shirt, smell the soap and the natural scent of his skin. The strength of his chest could easily be determined as her face lifted forward and clung back with each of his own breaths taken. More so when their bodies collided with each of his hops across the distance down the trail towards a spot of rest.<br/><br/>In a sense, she felt ashamed and embarrassed. How could she be so quickly turned on by a man she’d just met? There was no doubt that chemistry was equally shared. Amber could tell with how his body reacted when her own touch shifted. He confirmed this suspicion when his hand moved down to her ass then quickly back up. Had it been a fluke? She thought not. In truth, feeling his wide hand attempt to cup the curve of her cheek made her smile while at the same time, sent her heart racing with excitement. He felt it too? The need to maintain touch and the urge to explore. She indulged her curiosity by resting her other hand firmly onto the middle of his chest. Her fingers spread to aid in stabilizing them as they moved past the next bend and saw the nearly secluded bench off the path, overlooking a glimpse of the ocean only a few miles away.<br/><br/>His heartbeat was now felt, when lack of distraction allowed. Amber nearly succumbed to the desire to caresses his chest and wander lower. Where did that thought come from? Her cheeks flooded with color not able to be connected with carrying part of his weight. What was it about this man that had her thoroughly absorbed. She’d had to squash several visions and images inside her mind of them moving out of sight, clothes tossing to snag on the foliage and their bodies entwining in heated embrace until their natures took control and he was inside of her. She wanted to lay beneath him and know what it felt like to be filled with him. She felt a need to know what sort of lover he was. Such knowledge shook her propriety at its core.<br/><br/>“No… no, don’t apologize. I'm not being much help here and such happens. It wasn’t like you tripped on purpose in the first place that lead us here.... There was a petition in town passed around for signatures to get this portion of the park’s trails repaired. They don’t want to displace the trees or cut the roots and risk losing them. I’ve suggested they then move the paths but my voice is simply one among many of those who oppose.”<br/><br/><i>Yes, keep talking and steering the conversation clear of what’s really going on under the surface. As soon as he sits, distance yourself Amber. This… ‘thing’ between us. It's dangerous. </i>She told herself as she steered him off the trail down the short path to the bench she’d mentioned. Part of her secretly hoped someone would run by and stop to offer their aid. The rest of her tried to squash that thought as quickly as it formed, wanting nothing more than to remain alone with him. Such internal odds waged a war Amber was helpless in determining which side would win.