"Fuck," Megan sighed, rubbing her calves.
"What is it?" Cleo questioned while raising her eyebrow.
"My legs hurt so bad," she responded as you massaged her leg gently, showing an apologetic smile.
"What happened?" Cleo asked again
"Megan and I had a long night," you answered.
Cleo slowly shook her head, thinking of the worst
—THE NIGHT BEFORE—
"Maybe jumping on the trampoline this long is a bad idea," you suggested while laughing, your legs hurting but you and Megan had no care in the world.
"But, is it fun?" she responded with a smile that warmed your heart.
"Fuck yeah!" you two answered simultaneously and high-fived like idiots, and you were at the time, but that's what made you guys so different.
You did dumb things together, and that's what made you two so special.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of jumping on the trampoline, you both finally gave up and laid down on your backs, staring at the stars.
"Sometimes, it feels like a dream," you sighed, folding your hands on your chest.
"What does?" She questioned and turned her head towards yours.
"Dating the prettiest girl in the world."
You smiled as she giggled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. You kissed her softly after turning to lay on your side, then kissing the tip of her nose.
"I love you, Megan."
"I love you too," she whispered, kissing your jawline and the corner of your mouth.
"A couple more jumps?"
"You know it."
