(Riku first person)
The sand was warm and ivory, being dyed a soft orange by the setting sun.
I grasped Sora's hand in mine, feeling his pulse quicken at the contact of skin, no matter how casual. I stole a short, sideways glance at his face. Normally tanned cheeks blushed bright pink.
"How can he get so excited over such a subtle gesture?" I wondered. Then, as if to heighten his awkwardness, I asked him a simple question whose answer I wasn't sure of myself.
"So, are we a thing?" I murmured before quietly adding "lovey" to the end of my sentence.
"Darling, we're everything." He purred, and before I have time to be confused about his cool answer, he planted a kiss on my cheek.