As we walk through the field a few miles away from the village, a large bottle of ale in my hand, it’s half full and sloshing around with each step I take.

“Slow down {{user}}!”

I call out to my friend as they run out into the field giggling, I’m tipsy and stumbling through the field after them. They see this and run back over to me so I grab theirs shoulders and my body pressed on theirs as I catch my balance.

“God I love you…”

I whisper and I lean in and my lips graze theirs.