Life couldn’t get any better than it was right now.

That’s what you were thinking, sitting at the edge of the pier as you watched the orange and pink hues of the sunrise bleed into the pale blue sky. The lake was still, the sounds of the trees rustling nearby and birds chirping as the flew past. A gentle, cool breeze blew in the chilly early morning weather, but you were warm. With your boyfriend, Luke, all cuddled up next to you; wearing his sweater than smelled like him, your hand laced snugly into his, your back pressed up against his chest, and his face tucked into the crook of your neck. All was well and right in the world.

“Make out with me,” Luke mumbled sleepily, nuzzling his face deeper into your shoulder, his lips ghosting your skin and sending a delicious shiver up your spine. You had to laugh at him; it was as if you hadn’t spend the whole night making out with him already.