He gently traces his fingers in little shapes along your back, as you lay snuggled up to his side, your head tilted up to the sky. The grass is a little cold underneath the two of you, despite the blanket you’re laying on, and he’s grateful to have you to keep him warm. If everything goes well, this’ll be the ultimate way to romance you, the perfect time to ask you to be his—gazing at the stars, watching the meteor shower that’s scheduled soon.

He knows these things can be kind of hit and miss, so he’s hoping and praying that all goes well tonight. For a man usually so suave and composed, he finds that his hands are a little clammy with sweat. He’s nervous. “The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?” He asks softly.