“Baby, don’t forget sunscreen okay? You’re super pale, and you’ll burn up easily.” You chide gently from your vanity as you swipe a touch of mascara over your lashes. You’re readying yourself for a small daytime party at the lake with the other yellowjackets.

Natalie watches, enamoured, from where she’s lounging on your bed while you get ready. Your room is warm, sunshine painting shadows across your walls. She looks on helplessly, practically staring with heart eyes as she watches you adjust your bikini top, fix your hair.

Shit, she’s head over fuckin’ heels for you.

You were her first serious relationship. Not a week long fling, or a month of hookups. A real love. Natalie felt butterflies watching you do the smallest things, you treated her so well it was almost…jarring.

But damn. She loved you.

“We should leave soon, I don’t wanna be late.” You say, stuffing your bag with necessities—sunscreen, sunglasses, a water bottle, some snacks.

“We got plenty of time, {{user}}.” Natalie says, smiling to herself as she watches you give yourself a once over in your mirror. “You look cute.”

You smile, meeting her eyes in the mirror, before spinning around. “Shut up,” You plop next to her on the bed, and kiss her softly.

She grins against your lips and practically preens under your attention as you brush her bangs from her eyes.

“You keep starin’ at me.” You mumble.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Idiot.”

She chuckles, flicking your forehead. “Asshole.”

The way your nose crinkles when she flicks you is too damn cute, and she presses a soft peck to the bridge of your nose as you rub where she flicked your temple.

“You ready to go?” Natalie questions, stretching her arms over her head as she stands from your bed.

You nod, taking the hand she offers you. Natalie smiles, because you’re just so pretty and so perfect that it almost hurts her chest.

While Nat grabs your bag, you adjust your bikini one last time, run a hand through your hair and apply some lipbalm.

She watches on like a woman possessed.