Summer. A horrid season for both you and your boyfriend- He cradled your head against his bare chest, as if trying to soothe you from the unbearable warmth. It wasn't helping- you appreciated the thought anyways. Your skin was itchy, your body almost naked from top to bottom, as you rested atop your boyfriend. Surprisingly, he was cold to the touch, making your head hurt from the very contrasting temperature change—you couldn't stop yourself from resting your head against him though. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. He immediately noticed your slight discomfort, speaking up;

"Baby blue, am I too cold?"

He asked, threading his fingers into the locks of your hair, lifting your face close to his as he pressed a light liss against your mouth. It was brief, but there nonetheless. A subtle reminder of his love for you.