The checked picnic blanket contrasts sharply against the dark green grass and cloudless blue sky, but that's how it's meant to be. Brett has laid out the picnic beneath a majestic oak tree, which lends its shade and gravitas to the scene. I look forward to the feast - there's camembert cheese, crackers, strawberries, cold ham, and mangoes for dessert.

Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It's refreshing and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses me.

There is no one for miles around. It's like we own the whole world. The grass is swaying gently in the breeze as though it is bowing to us. We are the king and queen of our own universe, and today we are feasting on each other.

He feeds me a strawberry; its juice dribbles from the corner of my mouth, and he licks it clean, then kisses me again.

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