When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E124

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E124

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 124

I stood on my tiptoes and turned his face towards

the direction of the fox. I let my hand linger on his

cheek while the other hand rested on his shoulder,

mainly for balance but it was also warm under my

fingers. “See it now?”

Jonah nodded as he watched the fox. It slowly

trotted away and I smirked as we continued walking,

hand in hand. It was silent as we looked at the plants

and the trees. “What’s your middle name?”

I turned to look at Jonah before I furrowed my

eyebrows. “Taylor, why?”

“Nothing…Savannah Taylor Harp,” Jonah was

obviously thinking about something as he nodded

his head, a small smile appearing on his lips.

I ignored the burning curiosity in the pit of my

stomach. It was the curiosity that killed the cat.

Instead, I continued thinking about the thoughts that

wafted through my mind. I repeated the words in

my head over and over again. Savannah Taylor

Davis. Savannah Taylor Davis.

“What are you thinking about?” Jonah asked me,

pulling me away from my thoughts.

I looked up at him, shrugging. “Nothing, why do

you ask?”

“You’re smiling creepily; you’re ruining our chances

of seeing anymore wildlife,” he joked and I bumped

my shoulder into his, or at least I tried to. He rolled

his eyes at my failed attempt to hit his shoulder.

“You’re too short.”

“Or maybe you’re just too tall,” I retorted and he

playfully glared at me. I liked our playful banter. I

hope he did, too.

~~~

We ended the trail and got back into the car, driving

to our next location slowly. Before I even had the

chance to ask where we were going, Jonah cut me

off. “Want to play a game?”

“What is this? Saw?” I asked him, laughing. He

chuckled before shaking his head.

He gave me a sideways glance. “Would you rather?

That game, want to play it?”

“That game, yes I would.” I mocked him and he

glared at me for a moment before smiling.

“Would you rather kiss a homeless man’s foot or lick

a dirty sidewalk?” he asked me and I scowled in

disgust.

“You’re disgusting! What’s your problem?” I asked

him and he gave me an innocent look. “Bring on the

dirty sidewalk.”

“You’re so gross! You can forget about that one

month kiss if you go around licking sidewalks for

fun!” he exclaimed as he inched away from me.

“You’re the one asking! I had to answer!” I replied.

“Shut it, you sidewalk licker. I don’t want your dirty

sidewalk breath invading my car,” he smirked at me,

earning a glare in response. “Now ask me a

question.”

“Would you rather kiss Alex Pettyfer or Channing

Tatum?” I asked him out of pure interest. He thought

for a moment.

“This doesn’t mean I like guys…but I’d have to say

Channing Tatum,” he replied as he rubbed his chin

with one hand. “But I don’t like guys.”

I snickered. “I pictured you as a Channing Tatum sort

of guy.”

He shrugged. “Well he’s magic…Magic Mike.”

I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head at his stupid

joke. “Your turn, loser.”

“Okay, um, would you rather eat a giraffes tongue or

make out with an old man?” Jonah asked.

“Is it cooked?” I questioned as I bit my lip.