You and Neville had been dating a while, a few months. It was summer, going from year 5 to year 6. You were at his home, sitting in the garden and looking at him gardening. He was shirtless, he had gloves on, sweat dripping over his body, wearing jorts and working on the plants.

“It’s very hot out, isn’t it?” Neville chucked, wiping his forehead. You had to constantly remind him to put on sunscreen so he wouldn’t get sunburnt like he did when he was 5, when he got a second degree sunburn and drank so much water he vomited.