The light was resplendent, reflecting in the eyes of the lover.
Rae Bennett was embraced by Wyatt Wright onto the couch. She relaxed her body, lying there obediently, her arms wrapped around Wyatt's neck. He knelt on one knee at the side of the couch, pulled down the zipper of her down jacket, kissing the skin of her collarbone, kissing her red earrings.
The black hem of her dress spread out over the white couch.
Wyatt pressed his body down, one hand reaching around her lower back, scooping her into his embrace, "Rae."
Her eyes held the peach blossoms of early spring, vibrant and dewy, "Mhm."
"The dress is beautiful."
She smiled, "Am I not beautiful?"
Wyatt did not answer, and kissed her again, urgently, forgetting to be gentle.
The hem of the dress became disheveled.
Rae Bennett listened to Wyatt's breathing, starting chaotic, then gradually calming down.
"Wyatt Wright."
Wyatt held her, his face resting on her shoulder, he responded softly, "Mhm."
