“Perfect,” her husband said beside her. “Sitting on the dock of the bay… with you.”
She smiled, looking at him briefly. “You’re cute.”
She looked at him again, for longer this time. “It’s a perfect vacation. Thank you.” She leaned in, settling into his neck.
He stroked her hair, and she angled up to see the fireworks.
“Forget about them,” he said. “Just be with me.”
“I am with you. I’ve been with you for five years.”
“Still. Humour me.”
She smiled at him. “Sure.”
One of my rare Friday Fictioneers pieces. 🙂 For some reason, this picture looked like a foreign south-east Asian city, like Bangkok or Singapore. So I went with that.