a picnic

The stars twinkled in the sky. It prompted Noah to play the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star song in his mind. Rosaline was cutting a French loaf and laying slices of smoked salmon in them. She moved towards Noah with one sandwich and let him take a bite. Rosaline took away a crumb that was on his lip.

“I love you.” She took one bite of the sandwich herself.

Noah looked into her eyes. He savored the eyes that flashed reflections of the stars. The deep brown eyes that were conveying her love for him. He ran a finger on her cheek and let it stop on her lower lip.

“I love you too, dear.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“Wait here.” Noah stood up to head towards the car. His movements scrunched up the checkered fabric that shielded their derrière from the prickly grass. He returned with his sweater and put it on Rosaline’s shoulder. He had noticed her shuddering a bit from the draft. How sweet, Rosaline thought. She took a sip of the wine. She shuddered in the warmth of the sweater; but it was the hug from Noah afterwards that warmed her heart.

Noah always reveled in hugging Rosaline – the smell of her hair, her perfume, and the silkiness of her chocolate skin. Rosaline’s chocolate complexion contrasted with his porcelain skin; ebony and ivory, he always said. Noah settled himself on the grass behind Rosaline, letting Rosaline snuggle in with him. He loved it when Rosaline put her head on his chest. The fragrance of her hair would waft into his nostrils, tantalizing him, making him love her even more.

Rosaline loved the warmth that Noah’s firm physique offered – she could hear the soft thumps of his strong heartbeat. Occasionally Noah would lower his head to sniff her hair, and when Rosaline feels a bit naughty, she’d squirm a bit and run her long fingers on his thigh. Then she could hear his heartbeat quicken. She loved it.

"I love you." They had said that in unison. They laughed together.