I never want this moment to end. The hammock rocks and pine needles prickle at my heels. An owl hoots nearby, and crickets serenade us as the twilight chases the sun away. Your fingers lace into mine, squeezing gently and I squeeze back, giggling playfully. The smell of the ocean and the forest is heady while lying in the crook of your arms. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
You may as well sidle up and warm your hands.