The Perfect Days in Life

You're Enough For Me

"Here we are," Avory says and we both open our doors and hop out. He has brought me to a flowery field.
"Wow," I say, looking around. The field is huge. As big as a football field at least. I should know. I used to watch every single one of Avory's games. He was number 33. All across the field, purple and yellow flowers are spread about. Our favorite colors. I smile. Avory takes my hand and leads me over to a tree with its roots above ground. They almost look like a chair. I sit down and he runs back to the car, grabbing a blanket and a picnic basket.
He runs back over to me. "I thought you might like some breakfist," he says. I stand back up to help him spread out the blanket. Then we both reach in to take out the food. Out hands clash, both going for the same opening. I look into his eyes. I think a persons eyes reveal so much about them. Avory's sure do. They are kind and sweet and stand out against his warm brown skin and yet they are shy, hiding behind his long eyelashes.
We continue to unpack the food. He hands me an insulated bowl of potatoes, a fruit platter, a bottle of orange juice and some muffins. I set them out on the blanket and then reach back in for the cutlery, handing Avory a knife and fork and keeping the others for me. Avory pulls out a plate and cup and hands them to me. They are painted with more purple and link flowers. He grabs himself a set too and we begin to serve ourselves, piling out plates with potatoes and watermelon and strawberries and a muffin. I think back to freshman year when Lily used to tease me for putting sugar on my sour strawberries. Ah, I think, good times. Those were the days I stared at Avory from across the lunch area outside and wished he would be mine, valentine. I got my wish.
I take a bite of the potatoes, "mmmm..." I say, "these are good. Really good."
"Thanks," he says, "my recipe."
"But who made them?" I ask. Avory might be able to create recipes but he sure isn't a cook.
"Lily," he responds, looking down. I should have guessed. Eeli couldn't have made something this good.
I look at Avory's sad face. He's upset he didn't make the food for me himself.
"I love you," I say, leaning back into his lap, forgetting the food. I'm trying to cheer him up but I mean it. "I love you to the moon and back a million times."
"Well I love you to Pluto and back two million times," he responds, putting his arms around me and pulling me in closer.
"Well I love you around the universe a quadrillion times," I say. He can't get the best of me. I'm too stubborn.
"Well I..." he pauses. He can't think of anything, " I just love you, a lot."
"That's good enough for me," I say. "You're good enough for me."
And then he kisses me, starting at the top of my face and working his way in. He kisses my forehead. He kisses my cheeks. He kisses the bridge if my nose, and then the tip of it. I think about what it will feel like when he reaches my lips. And then he does. And he kisses me. He sucks away my breath but I don't care. I could die like this. Happy. Free. Kissing the boy I love.
And them he breaks the kiss, allowing me to breath again, finishing the last few kisses in the last few places of my face and down my neck.
I look into his eyes. I love you more than anything, I think.