Chapter 28

“Mushrooms.” At the base of a tree. Massive mushrooms were growing. I absolutely hated mushrooms but they were food and food meant energy. “Here.” Picking a few, I cleaned it and handed it to Waylon. He didn’t hesitate to take it and start eating it.

Me, however, I cleaned another one and frowned at it before taking a bite. “Don’t like mushrooms?”

“Not even a little.” I said as I practically swallowed it whole. “It’s a texture thing.” I ate a few more to make sure I was full and Waylon watched me with a humorous look on his face. It was hard to look him in the eye.

We kept walking as Waylon finished eating. His phone buzzed a few more times and he pulled it out to look at it. Each time, an unwanted pang of jealousy ran through me. I knew he could feel it but he didn’t comment on it and I just tried to accept it.

As the day went on, the sky got darker than brighter. The wind had this very distinct smell of rain as the thunder confirmed it. The closer it got, the faster and harde