Her Deep Love

pte

ept replaying every moment we shared-the way his eyes followed mine when I spoke, the sound of his laughter, the light brush of his fing

eams, wrapping around me like a lullab

d fully rise. My hands trembled slightly as I picked out my outfit, opting for a soft pink wrap dress that hit just above the

ffee shop, my heart was thumpin

e was-alrea

e forget how to breathe. He opened his arms to me without hesitation, pulling me int

arly," he

confessed, my voice mu

neit

liked mine: oat milk, a touch of cinnamon. He watched me over the rim of his cup as I sipped.

about me?" he

own. "More than

was hopin

way he could be so honest. B

d yet, none of it felt forced. Even our silences were comfortable. But beneath the laughter, I

able, fingers brushing over m

aid suddenly, his ey

he

Somewhere we can

. I should have thought it over. But with h

, quiet, and filled with charm. Marshall led me up the woode

linens on a wide bed. A record player in the corner, already spinni

yours?"

hought I might stay in town a lit

door gentl

anded me one, then sat beside me on the edge of the bed. His

I whispered, not sure why

. "That's what ma

learning me one moment at a time. The taste of wine on his lips, the gentle scrape of s

ingers slid along the curve of my back.

clothes almost peeled away, scattered like petals. He too

Marshall ,i can't do this he came beside trying to t

t conversations that i had

s gone,but the scent of

hair wild, heart racing. But before I

th a paper bag an

ng down to kiss me. "I go

xha

" I said, pulling

eyes darkened. "I don't l

to beli

I carried. The last man I loved had left without a word, like my lov

saw it. H

etly. "To you. To this. You don't

I believed someone whe