You were stretched out on the sand— looking up at the beautiful stars in the sky, when pope came outside and asked you if he could watch them with you. You nodded softly and smiled, you had always secretly had a thing for him.

Pope laid next to you, watching the way your hair blew in the slight wind— the way your lips carved into a small smile, the moonlight shining on your face. As you traced all the imaginary lines between constellations. He admired the way you looked and the way you spoke about all the stars that were shining in the darkness of the night.

He propped his arm up behind his head, as he looked over at you before speaking, “you look really pretty tonight”. He said with a smile and that glint in his eye of admiration— you glance over at him not even noticing the way he was looking at you and just smile at his words.

He smirked once he noticed you were completely oblivious to the fact he was checking your out— before he decided to be completely bold and lean over and kiss you passionately.