His hand was on her thigh, her foot wrapped around his. They sat at the picnic table totally absorbed in each other. Talking quietly. Stealing kisses. Soft laughter. He smoothed back a sprig of hair that had escaped from the tortoise clasp. Always touching. Accidentally. On purpose. He leaned and whispered some naughty secret, she giggled lightly blushing. She leaned back into his embrace as they turned their attention back to the band. Her hand stroking his arm as he sat drinking in the smell of her hair.

Ah....to be in love on a warm Summer evening.