POV: The rest of the guests have gone. The first party of the summer was a hit, but now you find yourself and your crush lingering on the porch. You pass the time by making idle small talk, all the while, your heart racing. The air is thick with humidity from the storm that's just passed and you watch as fireflies rise from the wet grass, the greenish-yellow glow of their abdomens twinkling like stars.

"Well," he says, rising from his perch beside the steps. "I had a wonderful time." It looks as if he's making to leave. "Thanks for everything."

You realize that it's now or never. So seldom do you have the opportunity for some one-on-one time with him. Instinctively, you reach your hand out and you startle yourself when you grab ahold of his wrist with some force. "Wait," you begin, trying hard not to let the desperation show in your voice.

He stops and turns to face you. His eyes are soft yet unreadable. What's he thinking? What's going through his mind? You wonder if he can feel your raised pulse through your fingertips. With that frightening thought in mind, you relinquish his wrist but you nearly have a conniption when he walks back over to you, stopping mere inches from your face. "Yes?" he asks. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. The intoxicating scent of his body mixed with the sweet smell of wet earth nearly drives you insane.

You decide to do away with decorum. After all, you HAVE been drinking a bit this evening, so you could always blame it on that. Throwing your arms around his neck, you plant a long, lingering kiss on his lips, which are equally sweet and taste like honey. His eyes widen only slightly, as if he isn't all that surprised by this gesture. "I'm sorry," you stumble, feigning drunkenness, your face flush. "I don't know what came..."

But before you can finish your sentence, he returns the favor, kissing you deeply and setting every fiber of your body on fire. This time, you decide to completely surrender and feel yourself go limp in his arms. All the while, the sound of frogs and crickets surround you with their music, which seem to you to be singing their praises at your moment of triumph and romance.

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Happy Summer, everyone! The season's here at last and, I don't know about you, but it feels different compared to previous summers of the past few years. I hope you all have some fun, relaxing things planned. Are you going anywhere on vacation? Let me know in the comment section what you hope to do this season! If you like this video, be sure to give it a like and a comment and don't forget to subscribe and hit the bell icon to be notified of each new upload. Have a terrific weekend, everyone, and I'll see you next Friday!

I own neither the music nor the image.
music: "There Is No Greater Love" - Amy Winehouse
(   • [There Is] No Greater Love  )
image: "Summer Evening" by Edward Hopper (1947)