- RAYA -
Gooey marshmallows and melted chocolate squeeze out of the graham cracker between my fingers, quickly coating them. I lick them off and giggle when Dex arches a brow at me, heat simmering in his honey brown eyes while the literal fire we're sitting by reflects off of them.
"Good?" He smirks.
"So good."
We're outside in the backyard with the fire before us in a stone pit and the stars above us, twinkling almost as bright. There's a cool breeze promising autumn days ahead, which is my favorite time of year.
I love all things that have to do with autumn. The crisp, falling leaves that skitter across the street, the smell of rain mingling with black nights coated in mystery and intrigue, the pumpkins, the gathered straw, the gothic decorations that start adorning shops and houses.
