She pressed her forehead up against my arm. She twirled a twig between her fingers, rolling it back and forth. She hummed a soft lullaby while we laid there. The blanket underneath, separating us from the dirt, smelled of chamomile and ginger. The sun trickled through the dense branches above us. The tree’s tall mass stole the warmth of the light. A cold breeze blew past and right up my skirt, exposing my bare legs. She sat up and rested her hand on my thigh, smiling at my prickled skin.
“Cold?” she asked. I shook my head. She laughed. “here” she said, untying the scarf from around her neck and wrapping it around mine, tying it loosely. She planted a kiss below my collar bone with a smile. Her lips were warm and soft. She pulled away and laid back down on the blanket.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Just felt good” she laughed.