She was sitting over a lonely bench on the outskirts of campus, the wind was blowing in her hair while leaves swirled around her. She was reading under the shade of an oak tree, as she did every other day; and he watched her from behind, as he did every other day.
He saw her shiver, but he hadn't noticed until then that the weather was getting cold, the sun was hiding behind the clouds and unlike the sun, he had no desire to keep hiding behind the wild berry bushes. He approached quietly towards her, and as he was reaching her, he pulled of his navy jacket and hung it over her shoulders, hugging her as he did so. She turned to face him, surprised with the recognition of his smell, she rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a kiss at the base of his chin. She could feel his rapid pulse touching her lips and felt the need to never let go.
"Read to me." he whispered into her ear.
"You don't even like this." she answered laughing.
"No, I don't." he admitted, "But I do love the sound of your voice."
She smiled, wondering to herself why he made her feel this way, she never meant for it to go this far, to share as much; and as she began to read, she realized he didn't mean to fall either, but the way his arms held her, definitely made it clear that he did.
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