He looked at the misty mountain top and muttered to himself.
"I want the gods to bless us."
The next moment, he turned to look at me and said gently.
"I'll carry you later."
I waved my hands repeatedly. "No way. Aren't you tired, too?"
Ian wiped the sweat off my face and looked at me. "It's okay. I can do it. Trust me, Paisley."
Later, I only managed to complete one-third of the second half of the journey that day.
Later on, he carried me up there.
I looked at the sweat dripping down his face and his determined eyes.
My heart was beating so fast it almost burst my chest.
I knew I was in love with him.
When we were almost at the top of the mountain, the schoolmates around us were all cheering for us.
I blushed and buried my head in Ian's shoulder.
From that day on, Ian and I were recognized as a couple in the eyes of our friends.
When we were dating, Ian was very nice to me.
He always reminded me many things like a housekeeper.
In the summer, I didn't have to squeeze into the cafeteria for lunch. He would go and get me food despite the smell of sweat from my classmates.
We found a quiet, shaded place and ate and chatted.
I never told him what I didn't like to eat.