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He smiled and kissed her cheek. He wasn’t able to produce words to express how happy he was.
Summer smiled back; she couldn’t help it. Arthur was infectious in his happiness. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“To be here with you forever.” He said not really thinking. But he meant it. He really liked Summer, a lot.
She laughed a little. “Just right here? I think we might be a little tired of standing.”
“Well we can sit.” He laughed sitting on the ground. He pulled her, and sat her in his lap.
“Yes, my lord.” She let him pull her down, and nestled into his arms, looping one arm around his neck so she could kiss his jawline.
He smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. He looked around and saw a yellow flower in reaching distance. Arthur picked it and put it in Summer’s hair. “There you go.”
“Thank you.” Summer let her fingers comb through his hair, tracing along the back of his neck. “I wonder what you would have done if you hadn’t surprised me into confessing.”