Gerald's Pov
Amelia's lips hovered out of reach, a mere breath away, as she pulled away from my embrace, her eyes downcast, a flush creeping across her cheeks.
"The food is getting cold," she said, her voice a whisper, a quiet deflection, as she moved toward the waiting table, laden with the spoils of the hunt.
I watched her go, a bittersweet smile curling my lips, my heart aching with a mix of hope and despair.
I could not help but notice how beautiful Amelia was. Her soft voice sounded like sweet music to my ear.
She was a beautiful enigma, a mystery that I could not seem to solve, a riddle wrapped in the delicate curves of her body, the softness of her skin.
I knew that her heart beat for me, I could sense a spark of passion that burned deep within her, a fire that I longed to fan into a raging inferno.
