Beach Bonfire
We built a small bonfire on the beach at night. The flames lit up your face, and I couldn’t help but stare. You handed me a marshmallow on a stick, and we roasted them until they were golden brown. When I got marshmallow on my lip, you wiped it off with your thumb, then kissed me. We sat close, watching the stars come out, and you told me stories about your childhood. The fire crackled, the waves crashed, and I felt so at home with you.