“You must take every girl you have a crush on here.”, I teased, letting you lead me further into the garden.
“Just you.”
It was past dusk, the previously vibrant orange sky was now fading to stars. We were nearly shrouded in flowers, with rose bushes practically walling us in on every side. A trellis coiled in vines beckoned us closer, leading to a small enclave in the flora. Our little Garden of Eden was draped in soft-toned string lights. And in the center of it all, there was a wrought-iron table paired with two matching chairs and a vase of red roses adorned on top.
I tightened the grip of my small hand to yours, and traced my thumb over the peak of your knuckle gently. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets, the silvery-blonde strands flowing past my waist. Just the way I knew you liked it. A draped black dress clung to my hips, giving an eyeful of my curves with every step.