The river is not as lovely as you are
“This is where I came to fish almost everyday with my father.” said Tebba, grabbing rocks and throwing them into the river, his legs swinging, splashing the water as he sat on the edge of the river, his pants rolled up. Tebba, sustaining his weight on one hand, looked at Aurri, who, unlike him, was standing.
“Rarely come to the river.” was all Aurri said, fond smile on his lips as he looked at Aurri. “You seem like you know every rock here.”
“That is an overstatement.” muttered Tebba, letting out a small chuckle. “I just,” he paused, thinking. “I just come here often... that is all.”
“If you say so, sweetheart.” Aurri rolled up his pants, and sat down besides Tebba, putting his own feet on the water too. Aurri’s hand slowly found his way over to Tebba’s and without saying a word, intertwined their fingers together. Tebba looked away, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.
“So, uhm,” Tebba cleared his throat, turning to look at Aurri now, thinking his blush had subsided. It had not. Aurri smiled fondly and leaned to plant a soft kiss on Tebba’s cheek. “River is quite lovely today, isn’t it?” said Tebba quickly changing the subject, blushing even more than before.
“Not as lovely as you.”
