3 years prior
The July night was blisteringly hot, even long after the sun had gone down. Not that Lucas minded. He was stretched out on a blanket near the lake, Celia curled tightly against his side, both of their skins tacky with sweat.
Her head rested on his chest, one hand idly tracing lines across his ribs. Every now and then she would press a lazy kiss to his skin, making something warm and soft bloom in his chest.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how good the last year had been. Since the moment he’d kissed her in the woods after her first shift, it felt like everything in his life had snapped into place. Celia was his best friend, his first love, the only person who truly understood him. She saw the parts of him that even he struggled to understand, and she loved him anyway.
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