Luke’s body jerks when he hears the familiar sound of gravel crunching beneath wheels from the driveway of his parents’ farm, ignoring the scolding of his mother to sprint his way from breakfast and into your arms as soon as the car door opens. Your hugs are still as nice as he remembers.

“I missed you, God, I missed you, all day n’ night.”

It’s true. Ever since you left to go to college at the airport he’d been beside himself, texting you on his cell whenever he wasn’t busy, which wasn’t much time considering he works on the farm for most of the day.

Luke props you back up into a sitting position after a few seconds, watching you shyly while his hands fiddle with yours. He doesn’t know what to say, only knows that you’re back, and that it’s the best thing that’s happened all year.

“You’re staying for summer right? All summer?”