The September breeze blows through your hair as you rest your eyes closed. You leaned back on your hands, inhaling the smell of nature and your boyfriend’s cologne. He laid his head in your lap, his fingers playing with the strings of his guitar.

You loved having these little picnics with him, just soaking in each other’s presence. You hummed along as he came up with a pattern of notes, playing the beautiful acoustic music.

The breeze blew through the leaves of the willow tree you sat under, the sounds of children’s laughter can faintly be heard in the distance.

Mike sat up, setting his guitar onto the grass. You opened your eyes and looked at him curiously as he stood. He dusted himself off before holding a hand out to you.

You looked down at it, hesitant and slightly confused. He smiled, his fingers waving you to take his hand. “Come on, mi amor,” he spoke softly.

You took it as he pulled you to your feet, his hands moving to your waist. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, your expression still clueless, yet intrigued.

“What? I just wanna dance with you,” he chuckled and began to sway slowly.