Who were you to each other? Friends? Or something more... However, you, like him, didn’t really care, although others, looking at you and Sunday, could say with confidence that you were already a couple, though not officially.

It's a warm summer day, you're lying on your boyfriend's lap while he carefully plays with your hair under a large tree, saving you and him from the sun's rays, the ambiance is complemented by the babbling of a stream and the chirping of birds. The guy looked down at you, burying his hand in your soft hair.

“I’m ready to spend at least a whole day in this position.”