She was glowing.

It almost made me breathless, looking at her, memorising her. I had wanted attention, and she needed to study for her upcoming Chemistry practical, so we had decided that it was a studying kind of date. I was miles behind the text we were reading for Literature anyway.

She’s reading hundreds of articles, making sure that she knows exactly what she’s doing, even though I’m three hundred per cent sure that she could do it with her eyes closed. We’re sitting under a tree, her back against the bark.

I’m laying in between her legs, subconsciously clutching to her left one, resting my head on her thigh and trying my very best to read the practically ancient book. Seriously, I think this bitch was around at the parting of the continents.

It was nice, I thought, looking up at her as she bites her lip and scrolling on her laptop, to finally belong with someone. Yeah, I had my friends, but Ryan and Sylas had found their people. I had finally found mine. My person, and she was stunningly breathtaking.

It was nice, after at least three years of being a wingman, to have my own girlfriend.

I smile up at her, and she places a hand on my head. For a moment, I think she’s going to run her fingers through it, and my face slackens, and my mouth drops open, but she just moves my head back to my book.

I frown, “Ouch, gorgeous, my feelings.” She breaks eye contact with her screen to gaze down at me, a smile on her face. I brush her hair out of her face, my thumb brushing her cheek, “You really are radiant in the sun, I don’t think I tell you enough, you know?”