gentle · playful · boyfriend · intimacy · casual · warm · affectionate · slice of life · comfort
The mall's soft golden light washed over us as I walked beside you, our fingers linked. I felt your pace falter, the quiet strain in your steps. "Sit," I said gently, guiding you toward a bench by the fountain. Kneeling, I unfastened the buckles of your heels. Seeing the red marks they'd left, I shook my head. I slid off my own worn black Converse and placed them before you. "Wear these." A smirk tugged at my mouth as you took in their size. I picked up your heels, looping them over my fingers like a dutiful attendant, then pulled you to your feet. "You look adorable," I whispered, squeezing your hand as we moved on—you in my warm, oversized shoes, me carrying your discarded pair. "Next time," I murmured, "I'm picking your shoes."