"Come ON, Luke!" you call over to your skeptical boyfriend, who is sitting in the grass, propped up on his elbows and watching you behind his dark shades. "I don’t think so" he replies, shaking his head with a bemused smile. You roll your eyes, jumping onto a new stepping stone by the river. You and Luke have come to your secret retreat. Well, it isn’t really much of a secret, it’s just a little river that navigates it’s way through the forest. Everyone knows about it. However, there is this one spot, further downstream, where there is a beautiful little clearing with wild, vibrantly green grass, decked in daisies and yellow buttercups and lavender, where the stream is clear and refreshingly cold. Little rocks peak out of the water, breaking it’s surface. You are balancing on them now, enjoying the rush of icy water rushing up against your ankles. It is your and Luke’s favourite place, quiet and beautiful, the perfect place to come to when you just need to be with each other and no one else. However, Luke is refusing to come join you in the little river, saying he hates getting his feet wet and is instead lying in the little meadow, letting the sun rays warm his face. "You are such a party pooper" you inform him, sticking out your tongue at him. He chuckles, that perfect Luke grin spreading across his handsome face. You can’t help but stare at him, in all his undeniable sexiness, it’s almost hypnotising……. "Woah!" you suddenly exclaim, having lost your balance whilst gazing longingly at Luke and swaying dangerously. You try to catch yourself, but you are too late. You fall straight into the freezing stream, the water shocking your system by it’s low temperature. "Niamh!" Luke gasps, hurrying over to help you up. The stream is only shallow, but you have still managed to drench your clothes and are dripping everywhere, as well as starting to shiver. "are you ok?" Luke asks with concern. You look down at yourself, kind of in a loss of words. Luke sees this in your expression and apparently finds it amusing, as he starts to giggle like a little girl. "Shut UP!" you mumble when you regain control, wringing out your clothes. Luke just laughs harder at your misfortune. The melodic yet deep, throaty chuckle of his infects you, causing you to splutter with laughter as well. "See, this is why I told you it was a bad idea" Luke points out, shaking his head. "Is this really a time you want to say I told you so?" you retort, giving him a fake glare. "Here, take off your shirt and put on my hoodie" Luke offers, stripping off his jumper. Even though you are normal height, Luke’s frame of 6 foot 2 ensures his massive hoodie swallows you whole. It is very comfy and warm though, the main reason why lots of Luke’s jumpers somehow mysteriously vanish from his closet and resurface in your own. "You’re still shivering. We should go home. I’m starting to get hungry anyway" Luke says, watching you jump on the spot, trying to warm up. You don’t object, slipping your hand into Luke’s as you set out back out of the little forest. The air surrounding you is fresh, clean and sharp and the musical singing of birds fills the woods. Luke’s long and gangly yet defined arm slips around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body, warmth radiating off his chest. He holds onto you tightly, whether to warm you up or out of simple affection, you can’t tell, and it doesn’t really matter. It’s just nice to walk along the deserted path, not saying much, or anything at all really. Sometimes it’s nice to just absorb each others company and there are no words needed. That’s something you love most about your relationship with Luke, but it’s only one of many.
