The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 700

Charles helped Sheryl up the hill, sensing her exhaustion.

Eventually, they reached the summit by 6:00 p.m. and got a chance to see the mountain resort from a bird's-eye view.

The scenery was something to die for. The sun cast its weak light into the clouds. The sky looked painted by a mighty hand. Layers of purple, orange and yellow blended into each other as the sun started sinking into the horizon. Sheryl gazed across the vast splendor of the mountains and the valley, feeling minute in comparison to it all.

Shortly after, darkness began taking over the stunning view.

The chills were creeping in through their clothes.

The temperature was dropping really low really soon, and the trail's visibility would be limited soon as well. Therefore, Charles suggested they start going back quickly to avoid any risks.

"Yes, you're right. Let's go," agreed Sheryl. Charles used his cellphone flashlight to illuminate their walk downhill.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was there, Sheryl would have not dared go up or down the hill at that hour.

However, his being there also made her more cautious. The road was dark and, in trying to walk carefully, she found herself getting quite close to Charles; too close for her comfort.

After about half an hour later, they started getting closer to the foothill. Charles remembered some rough terrain around that area and paid closer attention to the roads.

Noticing Sheryl going directly towards a large drop, he shouted, "Watch your step!" However, it was too late for her to be on guard.

She plunged into the hole, slightly twisting her ankle, and fell over Charles who rushed to hold her. He lost his balance trying to catch Sheryl, dragging her into a roll together down the hill. They plummeted down the mountainside for a few seconds before Charles decided to do something about it. In an attempt to halt their dangerous cruise, he abruptly pulled Sheryl closer as he used all his weight to break their skid.

The sudden move brought her lips atop of his. In the darkness, they couldn't see each other but they could feel their heartbeats. They stopped sliding down and remained still for a moment, their lips glued together.

Sheryl's soft touch and hot breath felt so tempting to Charles, but he contained his urges in order to avoid making her uncomfortable.

None of them dared to take it any further and, therefore, the situation quickly turned awkward.

Sheryl soon regained her composure and propped herself up against Charles' muscular chest. That intimate touch made her flush and cringe as if her willpower was at war with the temptation she felt.

Through the dim flashlight, Charles caught sight of Sheryl's face. He felt exactly the same way but could do a better job at keeping it together. With a poker face, he inquired, "Sheryl, are you injured?"

"No, I am okay," Sheryl replied quickly. Her embarrassment was obvious.

"Aah!" Charles screamed all of a sudden as Sheryl pushed herself off him rapidly. He had stopped their skid with his back and arms, scraping them considerably against the gravel.

Noticing Charles' immense pain, Sheryl got concerned. Alarmed, she asked, "Are you hurt?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. Don't worry," he answered nonchalantly. He was trying hard to downplay his injury, though he was fully aware of its severity.

Biting his tongue, he rose and picked up his cellphone, urging Sheryl to resume their walk. It was already late and they needed to get back in time for the party.

He also didn't want Sheryl to get worried, so he tried to hide his pain.