"You brought me to a butterfly garden? You know they terrify me."
"Just walk. They won't hurt you."
The butterflies jump between flowers. Occasionally, one flies too close and Laura flinches. One lands on her shoulder and she cries.
"I thought this would help," Erin gasps, ushering Laura to a secluded corner.
"I'm sorry. I screwed up." Erin holds Laura tighter, kisses her earlobe, cheek, shoulder. As the tears cease, Laura offers her mouth.
"I forgive you."
It's cool and calm, shady and quiet. They kiss again, harder, lie back in the chilled grass, begin to make up.