#young live

The stars are beautiful tonight.

Thomas has stayed up with you to put out the fire. The boys have died down, all heading back to the homestead and their cots, leaving you to do the customary duties of putting out the fire and brushing up.

Thomas folds up a few blankets, setting the old CD player down on the growing pile, before picking up the cups and glasses from the night- and Gally’s special drink. You watch him, your gaze drifting over him dazedly, and up to the stars.

A sudden beat drops. You snap your gaze to Thomas, whose hand is hovering over the play button. The other, he uses to beckon you over to him.

You saunter over, lacing your fingers behind his neck, pulling his face close to yours, staring into his copper eyes, the warm campfire light ricocheting off his irises. You begin swaying with him to the beat of the music, eyes sliding shut, foreheads touching.

“I love you,” he whispers. “You could never know how much.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, humming along. There’s never been a stop to the butterflies he gives you, even as his arms pull you in by the waist, flush against him. 

“You’re cute,” You tel him, reminiscent of the first time you ever met him. He pulls back, inches from your lips.

“And you’re beautiful.”

you close your eyes again, lips finally touching his.

It’s a beautiful night in the glade, and you’re just happy to be here, slow dancing under the stars with your love.

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