Lili and Arthur were cooped up inside the house on a hot, muggy, humid day.

The room was redolent of burnt scones and steeped tea leaves.

All the lights in the house were switched off and there was a fan oscillating in the corner in hopes of cooling the couple down from the unremitting heat. The two lay sprawled out on the floor over one of Arthur's decorative rugs about an arm's length away from one another.

The heat was too severe for them to cuddle or have close contact so instead they loosely held fingers.

The room was dark and the clouds hung gloomily in the sky.

Lili found the energy to turn her head towards Arthur as she thought of all the nice memories they had made together.

He was the one she loved most, even if he was not the most eloquent when it came to expressing his feelings of love, and she embraced all of his eccentricities. She enjoyed his paroxysm of a greeting after she came home from work and she loved his quirky British shibboleths. She was even in love with the pedantic way he talked about Shakespeare!

What she loved most was the fact that he'd chosen her to love in return.

In the midst of her thoughts a refulgent flash of lightning illuminated the room and Lili had a good view of Arthur's relaxed face. She smiled and lightly squeezed his fingers to which he responded by murmuring groggily and attempting to squeeze back in his half asleep state.

It was there, under the artificial breeze of the vacillating fan that Lili fell deeper in love.