"Woah," I blurted out absentmindedly. 

The location Warren had brought me to was breathtaking. It was another lake. It was in a secluded spot in the middle of nowhere just like the previous one, however, vibrant green trees were scattered all around us. A stream of moonlight poured in from the gaps between the foliage and highlighted Warren's face magnificently. He looked like a painting.

The water was clear and still. Though it was already dark outside, the moss-coated stones underneath the water were still visible. I looked over at Warren who was taking in the beauty of his surroundings.

"It's beautiful," I breathed, unaware as to whether I was referring to the lake or Warren. 

"It is, isn't it?" he responded.

The sound of crickets were the only thing disturbing the silence with the exception of the sound of our breaths mingling in the cold air in the form of mist. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my pants, unable to tear my eyes off of Warren for whatever reason there was. He stood there, silent and still, looking down at the tranquil water beneath him that, contrary to its calmness, beamed with life underneath. 

"Fish," I said, pointing at the water.

Warren grinned before pointing at the edge of the lake, "Stone."

I shook my head at him before taking a seat on the damp mud below us, cringing when I felt the texture through the thin material of my pants. I immediately stood up and found a stone to sit on, dusting my behind. 

"Careful," Warren warned. "There might be some bugs on the ground. Last time I came here, a centipede crawled into my pants."

"I hate insects, please shut up," I pleaded, recoiling in disgust, my skin tingling at the image of a centipede crawling on it. 

"I'm just messing with you," he chuckled. "Better safe than sorry though."

He walked over and took a seat beside me, looking at me silently for a moment before letting out in a soft voice, "Are you cold?" I shook my head. This was a lie. I was practically shaking and I knew he could see my teeth chattering. He shook his head at me before scooting even closer, offering me a morsel of his body warmth. I let out a deep breath before moving closer. Our shoulders were now almost touching. He swallowed. As did I. We were both nervous. 

With the way my heart had begun to pick up its pace and the way my hands were getting clammy once again, I had begun to doubt whether my feelings for him were truly platonic. Perhaps they were more than that. I couldn't bring myself to admit this. 

"My dad's wedding is in about a week," I said, my voice barely audible. "I'll have to travel back home for a few days to attend the ceremony."

"How long will you be there for?" Warren questioned, playing with a dead flower he'd picked up from the ground. 

"A week at most," I sighed. "I'm not ready."

Warren offered me a sympathetic smile, his lips pursed, "I'm sorry."

I nodded in response.

We were silent for what seemed like barely ten minutes before I broke the oddly comforting silence, "Warren?" He hummed in response. I stared down at my hands, feeling pathetic, "Do you think a person can love another person after the first person they fell in love with.. leaves due to certain circumstances?"

"Are you talking about your dad?" 

I nodded, looking away into the distance. 

"Well," he exhaled. "It's possible. Might take some time but it's possible, yes."

The question was in relation with my father, but at the same time, it was with reference to my love life as well. I thought about Callum. Then, I thought about Warren. I shook my head at the thoughts that formed in my head. I tried to distract myself by watching the movement of the fish in the water, however, the sound of his breathing kept me engaged. He was breathing so heavily - and he was so close. I gave myself the privilege of taking a small glance. When he caught me looking at him, he turned to face me with a faint smile on his face. 

"What?" he chuckled quietly. 

My heart was racing. 

I turned away, shaking my head, "Nothing."