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something so beautiful. Never heard it or could have dreamed it be said about me of all people.
    Luke leaned back against the tree, which was more of a giant, silent sentinel. His black bangs swayed and he let out a long, steady breath.
    “I don’t really have any friends here still,” Jasmine confessed, her eyes stuck on Luke’s gorgeous face, batting her lashes. “And even though we live totally different lives—“
    “Completely different,” he butted in. “You save them.” Not always, a voice taunted in the darkest, most masochistic reaches of her mind.
    Jasmine swallowed and she felt a stab at her heart. “And you probably take them,” it was something she hadn’t thought about until that moment; but it was a reality that she had to consider.
    Quietness connected the two as they gazed thoughtfully at one another.
    Luke cocked his head ever so slightly and closed his eyes a moment, a few heartbeats passing before opening them and looking back into Jasmine’s. “ Very different lives,” he finally said.
    Jasmine hastily ran her tongue along her lip, looking away from the man. “Even still, I can’t help but look—“ the words became tangled in her throat, her breath hitching. This is embarrassing. “I can’t help but look forward to seeing you, okay?”
    “Okay,” he nodded his head.
    And in that moment, with the wind carrying their words away in a whisper, the sun cascading down – everything seemed perfect; seemed still, seemed right. The man then inquired, “Let me ask you something, but is there something out there in life that scares you?”
    “What do you mean?” It seemed a strange thing to ask.
    “Like . . . something you’ve never done before, or something that you’ve always hated since you were a kid.”
    Jasmine had to take a moment to consider, “I’ve never flown before,” she admitted, “the idea of flying scares the hell out of me.”
    “Time do you get off of work?”
    “Probably around eight,” a sliver of nervousness wormed its way inside Jasmine’s stomach, was there something behind this?
    “I’ll pick you up around eight then,” he stated brashly.
    “Is that so?”
    “It is. I’ll stop by the hospital, you can either pretend that you’re not curious now or save some face before you cave.” You’d like that wouldn’t you big daddy britches.
    “Uh-huh, keep thinking your charm is going to work on me. This doesn’t involve planes or something, does it?”
    “Nope,” Luke went to his knees and inched over to Jasmine.
    “Night skydiving?” Was that even a thing? Gods, was he going to make that a thing?
    “I was actually thinking naked hang gliding at night, but skydiving sounds way more exciting,” Luke jested, or at least Jasmine hoped he did.
    Her eyes narrowed, and an uproar of embers churned in her chest, “If you’re serious I’m going to smack you so hard your mother won’t recognize you anymore.”
    “Like to see you try girl,” he smiled and pulled her by her arm over to the tree, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pinioning her against his person. He offered the glinting rose of a token to Jasmine, “So not to get off track or anything, but I found this and it, well it made me think of you,” he admitted, brushing back a strand of his hair.
    Jasmine plucked it from his grasp with careful finger and twirled it between index and thumb, looking it over once more closely. “Thank you,” she murmured, “I’ll put it in a vase when I get home,” she smirked. “No, it’s very pretty,” she assured, holding it against her lap. “I still don’t trust you, though; I’ll have you know I’m a notorious biter and a kicker . . . and a screamer. So it’d probably be safer if we just went to your place, ate pizza and watched Netflix.”
    Luke shook his head, “Wow all those talents and you chose to be a doctor? You could have had a promising career as the wailing kick-biter girl. And yeah, you shouldn’t ever trust me, babe.”