*Lauren*
The flickering candles cast a warm glow over Lucas' tanned face, the scent of the sea mingling with the rich aroma of our dinner. His lap cradled me, strong arms enveloping my waist as I nestled closer, reveling in the sheer joy of his presence.
"Lucas," I murmured against his lips, the word barely a whisper. "Moving in together ... it feels like the start of something magical. It feels like the right time."
He chuckled a low, harmonious sound that vibrated against my own chest. "That's because it is, Lauren." His hands traced up my back, sending shivers dancing across my skin.
Our kisses deepened, urgent and insistent. The world narrowed down to the heat of his body, the taste of him, and the soft sounds escaping us both. I reached for the hem of his shirt, fingers grazing the hard muscles beneath. My movements to strip away the barrier of fabric were stopped by his gentle but firm grasp on my wrists.
