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Hello my fellow readers!!
I know, I know, why is this not part two to 'Ice Ice Baby?' Well, rest assured as it is coming, but I had a surge of inspiration and cooked this little Imagine up.
So, I hope you all enjoy because I actually really like this one xx
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The last day of spring had dawned. A soft, cool breeze wafts through the air, rustling the leaves throughout the tree tops as butterflies mill through the air, dancing and twirling as they show off their stunning wings.
The grass was a lush green, partly damp from the morning dew still lingering in the afternoon as I admire the green fields of wheat and canola reaching past the horizon. A distant neigh of a horse sounds from a nearby paddock as the strum of a guitar distracts my observations.
Turning over my shoulder, Shawn sits by a towering oak tree, his back against the dark trunk as his hair tumbles around his temples, his slender fingers playing different chords. His pink lips softly move as he softly sings a song I couldn't quite pick up as I admire him.
His white button up shirt was sheer, a few buttons undone to show off his chest as blades of grass cling to his black jeans. His shoes lay strewn on the grass beside him, his bare feet nestled upon the earth as he taps his foot to a rythm I couldn't hear.
I smile. It was a pleasant spring afternoon, and no matter if Summer was soon upon us, I wanted to drink up the last of the warm sunshine and lush plains. My fingers trail over the daisy nestled behind my ear as my hair falls over my shoulder.
I lay down onto my back, my hands clasping together by my stomach as I stare up at the fluffy, white clouds, deciding what they resemble.
The rustling of Shawn sounds and he places his guitar back in the worn case with multiple fragile stickers plastered all over as he joins me on the red and white checkered picnic blanket. His arm brushes mine gently as he lays down. I turn my head to face him and our noses touch. I laugh softly as he tilts his head up to kiss me sweetly.
