cold nights
Cracks and snaps are heard from the bonfire in front of you. The warmth from the fire bouncing off of you and Luke. Both of you have managed to squeeze onto one camping chair. Luke chuckles at how stupid you both must look huddled into a ball on a small camping chair. The late night air chills you both down to the bone, your hands are entangled in one another but still manage to get cold.
You look at the small, orange flakes off ash that blow up into the dark, night sky. When there’s a subtle breeze, more than one little piece blows up and it’s simply memorizing. But, when there is no breeze, all you can concentrate on is Lukes’s warm breath on your neck and the chill that is numbing you both. The sounds of the night start to slowly come out and take yours and Luke’s minds off of the cold air. Every few minutes Luke would kiss the spot under your ear and wrap the blanket tighter around you both.
After a while of pointless conversations you stand up from Luke and go into the kitchen to hunt down some marshmallows to toast.
{credits to doughnutjai on tumblr}
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