The lake reflects the light of the sun, the soft sound of rushing water is loud in the meadow where a group of you are hanging by the shore line. The vibe is relaxed and casual, and everyone is conversing easily; engaged in the conversation.

Well, besides you. You're very much distracted.

Arthur is down by the water, shirtless as he washes the dirt and grime from his button down in the flowing water. His back muscles ripple with each movement, and if it isn't for the fact your jaw is clenched so tightly, you'll probably start drooling.

Yes, the ring on your finger was placed there by him, and you've both been devoted to each other for awhile now... but that spark will never die. Every time you see him it's like you're meeting him all over again.

You're clearly not being as inconspicuous as you thought, because his head turns and his eyes lock with yours, and you watch a small smirk tug at his lips. He approaches you, his arm slinking around your waist as he mutters next to your ear, "You need somethin', darlin'?"