Ash's p.o.v.
We were back where we were when I asked Misty 'the question'. Misty and I were alone sitting very close to each other on a rock watching the sunset. Brock had gone to get some food. I had been slowy been inching my way closer to Misty.
"Ash! Why are you scooting so damn close to me?!" Misty laughed.
"No reason. Guessing that you aren't mad at me anymore, are ya' Mist?" I asked while slyly slipping an arm around her.
"Naw! But, I do know that your arm DOES NOT belong on my shoulders!" She laughed. I reluctantly pulled my arm off her, then, put my hand on hers. She took in a deep annoyed breath and simply gave me a glare that said,'Ash you're pushing my very little patience bar over the edge!' I ignored the threatening looks and kept my hand there. She huffed, bht kept her hand under mine.
"Hey, Misty? Do you remember the question I asked you before the 'incident'?" I asked. She nodded no.
"Alrighty then!" I silently screamed YES! to myself. "Then I'll ask you agai! What is love?" Once again her eyes widened as she bblushed furiously.
"Love is when-" I already knew what she was going to say and I cut her off with my lips. She did the same as last time, except with more passion.
"Ash!" She huffed.
"Yes?" I asked sexily.
"I think I'm in love, " she smirked then returned kissing me.