EMILY'S POV
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"You did what?" Nico laughs, looking uncomfortable, "I made dinner and it's in this basket," I scoff as I stride over to him, "And where are we going?" his eyes narrow, his thick brows drawing together as his nose scrunches up, "To watch the sunset, come," I push my hand flat against his chest, nudging him towards the front door.
My skirt lightly flows as we stride into the woods, and I stop near the border where the trees form a circle and the patch of grass is soft as a blanket and I throw the blanket out.
Nico captures the other end, and we gently lay it out on the grass. I put the picnic basket down on the edge and we sit down, but I lay back, watching the clouds slowly pass over us while the sun is still hot.
"Today was hot," Nico blows out, and he gently lays back
