The sensible, rational part of her brain, was screaming at Matilda to go back inside and do something productive. The kiss was wonderful, and there would be other opportunities for the pair to be close. But, there was the reckless part that didn't want to go inside and let this be over. The young woman stood there, deep in thought.. He was right, it was rather open. 

[i]No, absolutely not... No good could come of that.. [/i] 

Matilda was resolute in her decision to come to her senses and put a stop to it. But then she looked at him. Her stomach tied itself in knots, and the hormones were just rampaging, and she couldn't physically force herself to move away. Instead, she sucked her bottom lip in thought, before releasing it. 

The blonde silently pointed behind her to where the old wooden barn stood. As children, the three siblings had played in there all day. Diving in and out of straw, building forts. All happy, wholesome memories. Sadly, all it housed now was an old plough and a stall of chicks. 

[b]"We could always relocate.."[/b]

[b]What are doing?! [/b] 

And without another thought, she took Arthur by the hand.