The sun was blazing outside. The ice cold lemonade in your hand was doing no good, the sweat soaking your tank top.
It was your idea to go to the fruit festival, yet you felt yourself slowly regretting it as the heat consumed you.
Jason seemed to feel the same, as he fanned himself with a flyer he picked up.
"Let's pick up some oranges or something and leave..." you finally got the courage to say.
Jason nodded quicker then you expected and got up from the bench you both were inhabiting.
You lead through the crowd, though you'd argue he was still leading you as his hand rested on the small of your back.
It wasn't unusual for him to do, except he'd usual just hover his hand. But his touch didn't feel foreign either.
Eyes glued to the orange selling stand, you raced through the crowd. You had been craving them all day, the juicy fruit feeling like the only way to save you from this heat.
The lady at the stand handed the two of you cold and fresh oranges. They looked so ripe. So fresh. Your eyes shined and lips curled while looking at them.
Jason smiled too, seeming just as happy. He paid and walked you over to a shaded bench, taking the oranges from you. Confused, you pouted, wanting to eat it straight away.
Jason set down the bag, and started to peel an orange. He did it ever so carefully, making sure all the string parts were removed, before handing it to you.
He didn't say anything, holding the orange out like this was something he always did for you. Of course, you take it from him, smiling at him.
He stared at you as you ate it, smiling warmly.
"Tasty?" He asks you
"Mhm! Super juicy!" You reply, pure joy steaming from your voice
Jason chuckled in response, his finger coming up to brush over your lip and chin.
"I can tell..." he replies, licking the same finger off.
