They were sweating through their shirts, and he loved the smell of it. Sweet summer sweat. They were together, at a wedding, on the deep green grass, drinking endless beers to keep cool.
The deep hot summer day cooled into a deeper, warmer summer evening, where they danced together in the twilight.
Blissfully and carelessly in love, with the idea that someday they could be dancing at their own wedding.
He stopped dancing for a brief moment, only to kiss his eyes so tenderly sweet. Underneath it all, there was still sweet summer sweat.
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