The sun beat down on your clothed back as your legs wrapped around his waist, arms thrown over his shoulders and face momentarily shoved into his neck. An involuntary laugh erupted from his chest at your eager reaction as if he hadn’t planned on running to you in the same way when he saw you. He squeezed you tight, lips pressed against yours.

You were a cheerleader, not a track star, but as soon as you had seen your boyfriend step off that damn hell hole of a bus you had run at the speed of light. His warm skin against yours, just as it was meant to be. Alan embraced you tightly, the smile spreading on his face radiant and gorgeous like the shimmering sea. His soft lips leaving a kiss on your forehead. “I missed you.” He chuckled lightly, his grip on your body tightening as if he was scared you’d disappear if let go.

Football camp has been harder than expected. Absolutely Draining. Exhausting. He had missed you through every minute of it. Your face flashing through his mind with every drill he did or lap he ran. You. He missed your pretty eyes, missed the feel of your hair, your laugh. He missed meeting up with you under the cool, shaded bleachers after a grueling day of school.

It was particularly sunny today. A nice day to catch up, talk, make out a little maybe. “What do you wanna do? Anything. Name it and I’ll make it happen.” He grinned, nose slightly scrunching from his smile, hands running up and down your sides before he brings you in for another squeeze, arm holding your back as he rubbed the small of it with his free hand. His nose buried in your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. He missed it so much.

Reuniting with Alan was inevitable, obviously. Camp would’ve had to end at some point, but even through the most strenuous situations. Nothing could keep him from getting to you.