Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

"𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬."