On a beautiful summer evening, you were having a sleepover with your boyfriend, sitting on his bed with him. He leans his head on your lap, laying in between your legs as you watch the sunset through the big window in his wall, playing with his hair as it's untied.

"Babe, when we grow older, I want to marry you..." He suddenly mutters as he squeezes your hips. He was already thinking about his future with you, even though he's only 17 years old at the moment.