today was a chill day, no screaming fans or paparazzi sneaking photos of you both. just quiet, how you liked it. chris came up with the idea to go flower picking in the forest behind the backyard of the house.

you wore your favourite dress, a flowy white dress which goes down past your thighs, showing off your tan legs. chris on the other hand decided it was to hot to wear a shirt, so he went around shirtless. it was fine, no one else was there.

a small blanket is sprawled out on the grass for you to sit on while chris picks some flowers, your ideal day to spend an afternoon. “baby look at this pretty flowers.” he smiles at you, squatting down to view the small patch of flowers, picking a few to add to his collection. his jeans were quite lowrise, making them sag, revealing his boxers. “you want this in your bouquet?” chris asks, waiting for your confirmation.