It was one of those perfect golden-hour afternoons at a quiet, breathtaking beach—soft sand stretching for miles, the ocean glistening under the sun, and the breeze just light enough to make everything feel like a dream. You and Lauren stepped out of the car, both still barefoot from the ride, beach bag slung over your shoulder, her hand gripping your hoodie sleeve as you walked down toward the shore.

You were about to lay down your towels and unpack the snacks when Lauren turned to you with that soft, sweet look she always gave when she wanted something. She tugged at your sleeve and said quietly, “Can we cuddle first?”

You looked at her, a little surprised—she usually liked to dip her feet in the water first or start taking pictures. But not today.

“Right now?” you asked, smiling.

She nodded, brushing her hair back as the wind danced around her face. “Mhm. Just for a bit… before we do anything else.”

So you set everything down and spread out the blanket, and before you could even settle, she was already lying down and reaching for you. You lay beside her, and she pulled your arm around her waist as she curled up against your chest.

The sound of the waves, the warm sun on your faces, and the quiet made it feel like the world had slowed down. You could feel her smile against your shirt as you held her close, and she mumbled, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

You chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She looked up, grinning. “I know.”