The fire crackled with glee, glowing orange and red in the dark. You look over to the other side of the flames to smile at the dark silhouette of your favorite person in the world.
August grins back, his attention shifting from the fire to your own face.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asks you.
You were both wrapped in cozy blankets and holding out marshmallows on sticks. To the left of you, there were about ten bar of Hershey's milk chocolate and a few packages of graham crackers.
"This is the best date I've ever had, to be honest." You reply, sending another toothy smile in his direction.
The sound of crickets accompanied your voices, and the moon hung over your heads with a brilliant white light that stood out against it's black backdrop dotted with white stars.
"Do you have any interest in constellations?" August asked you, moving over to sit next to you.
"I love the stars and all, but it's always been difficult for me to spot constellation. Especially because of the light pollution. What, did you read up on some so that you could romantically point them out to me tonight?"
To your right, August turns pink in the light of the fire and you laugh, "You did your research, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah. I guess that's worthless now then, isn't it?" August huffs out and falls back so that he's lying down and gazing up at the stars. You plop down next to him and turn on your side so that you can smile over at him.
"I wouldn't mind a bit of stargazing with you."
August smiles and automatically points up. See those stars over there? Andromeda. And over there, that's Leo."
His hands point out to bunches of stars, and you can't make out any kind of shapes within the sky. But it soothes you to listen to his voice as he prattles on, trying to impress you.
You reach up after he's pointed out about ten randomly named star clusters. Your hand finds his, and you clamp your fingers inside his. He brings your combined hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.
"You can't see any of them, can you?" He asks.
"Nope," you smile to yourself, "but I love listening to your voice so much I just wanted to have you keep talking."
"Well, here's a secret. I don't really understand any of them either. I mean, I know the general vicinity of where they are, but other than that. Nope. There is this one though, it's called Triangulum. It's literally just three stars that form a triangle."
He points our hands up to a point where three bright stars are gathered.
"Well, that means your research wasn't a complete waste then." you laugh.
"Oh well. Would you like a perfectly done s'more now?" August sits up, pulling you with him.
"Well, sure. I'll always welcome some chocolate."
August picks out a stake and puts two marshmallows on the end, giving a third one to you raw to nibble on as the other two cook.
"So why'd you decide on finally asking me out?" You ask August. His attention shifts from the marshmallows to you.
"I wanted to ask you out since I first met you. I just didn't have the confidence until just recently. After that, it was just the matter of the perfect timing and the planning of the actual date."
His attention shifts back to the fire to find that the two marshmallows attached to his stake were on fire and getting very black and bubbly.
"Shoot!" He yelps, pulling the marshmallows from the flames and blowing off the burnt parts.
The entire time, you can't help but laugh. Seeing the defeated look on his face, you reach to your left and grab four graham crackers and four pieces of chocolate.
You sandwich the chocolate and graham crackers and make a couple s'mores, sliding them off of the stake.
One you keep for yourself, and you offer the other to August with a smirk, "What's a little burnt part? I'm in this for the chocolate!"
He grins and takes the treat from you, biting into the gooey marshmallow and grinning. Little strands of marshmallow still hold onto the s'more, connecting his mouth and the s'more.
You swipe your finger between them and lick the marshmallow off of your finger, then bite into your own. The chocolate has started to melt, and it dies your lips brown.
"You've got a little something right there." August points to your lips. You try to lick it away but he shakes his head, notifying that you hadn't gotten the chocolate off yet.
"Oh, can you get it for me?" You say carelessly, "My hands are full."
Instead of using a napkin or his fingers, he uses his lips. It's a wonderful kiss, in fact it's most likely the best one you had ever had. The beautiful scenery and the sounds of nature, and the taste of s'mores on his lips.
It was the type of kiss you had dreamt of since you were a little girl.