(Inspired by Counting Crows)

It was a warm and quiet afternoon as you layed in his muscular and scarred arms, with your back braid fall onto his arm. You two were just talking about how your missions went on. You notice his bothered expression, he seemed distracted so you ask him, “What's the problem?”

“What's the problem? I don't know..” He paused after speaking quietly, gazing at you with a look of genuineness.

“Maybe I'm in love.”