“You might just be saying it to be saying something sweet to me,” she pointed out, although he’d never done that before, so she wasn’t sure why he would now. She leaned her cheek on the top of his head, nibbling on the cheese and apple and occasionally stroking her fingers through his hair.
“I don’t lie, and especially not to you, Summer. I’ll say sweet things, sure, but I just want you to know how amazing and wonderful you are to me,” he muttered and closed his eyes, pressing his head to her hands as he relaxed against her torso.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, occasionally feeding each other bits of bread or fruit or whatever. The sun’s rays grew longer as the day slid toward evening, and the air cooled. They helped each other dress again, and held hands while they wandered the pocket valley.