fall; your favorite season. the temperature was perfect—not too cold, not too hot—and you would never get over the aroma of pumpkin spice and toasty marshmallows that would always fill your senses around thie time of year. you'd planned to just spend the afternoon in your room—reading a book, lighting a pumpkin spice candle, basking in the autumn ambience—but your boyfriend, kinich, had other plans.

not that you minded. you loved going out into the forest with him—after all, the fall season was only second best to the sensations of being around your beloved. the crunch and crackle of the autumn leaves under your feet only served to make the atmosphere cozier as the two of you walked side-by-side, hand-in-hand to your secluded, intimate little clearing.

kinich withdrew the picnic blanket from the woven basket he'd brought along, draping it over the carpet of warm-toned leaves. he set the cradle of food down, then situated himself on the checkered fabric, patting the spot next to him invitingly. without hesitation, you climbed onto the blanket, sitting down beside him in a way that allowed your thighs to touch.

he fished out a few items from the picnic basket—homemade grilled-cheese sandwiches, a carefully baked pumpkin pie, and a loaf of apple bread. there was more in the basket, but kinich didn't feel like emptying the entire thing all at once.

"here," he said, offering you a grilled cheese, his eyes soft and overflowing with affection for his one and only.