Silly

He was hunched over, covering his sketchbook. Lines and curves filled it, multiple colors merging together into one.

He knew that there were probably green stains on his pants by this time, sitting in the damp grass often did that, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was too much of a beautiful day out to stay indoors, so he had walked and walked until he found the field of grass where he was currently sitting.

All was still, even the air. There were no clouds, and the sun was just warm enough.

Just at that moment, he felt arms snake around his waist and a chin on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” A soft voice asked, sending chills down his spine.

“Wishing I was with you.” He said, softly as well as to not disturb the peace.

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” She said, giggling as she kissed his shoulder blade.

“I know, but only with you.” He said, as he swiftly turned around to kiss her gently.