Listen to this articleGarrette leaned against the doorway, flaxen hair gleaming in the moonlight. An off-the-shoulder top hugged her curves, denim shorts accentuating long legs.
My breath caught. Garrette was radiant.
Garrette glided into my arms, winding her fingers through my hair. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she murmured, eyes gleaming.
I pulled Garrette close, inhaling her perfume. “You’re stunning.”
Garrette laughed, the sound rippling over me like liquid honey. “And you’re overdressed.” Deft hands slid under my shirt, igniting my skin.
I scooped Garrette into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Gently I laid her on silk sheets, kissing a trail down her throat.
Garrette gasped as I explored her body, arching into my caresses. She tugged at my belt impatiently. Our clothing fell away, forgotten.
Moonlight filtered through lace curtains as I gazed at Garrette. She was a goddess, eyes hazy with passion. I kissed her softly.
Garrette’s fingers tangled in my hair as I lost myself in her embrace. The world beyond faded away, time measured by the cadence of her breaths.
Afterwards, Garrette pillowed her head on my chest. I smiled, stroking her hair. She had danced into my life, awakening my soul with her radiance.
“Stay with me,” Garrette whispered.
“Always,” I murmured, kissing her temple. Paradise was found in Garrette’s arms, our future gleaming with the light of her smile. My Garrette, forever.
Garrette sighed contently, nestling closer. The night remained, filled with whispered endearments and stolen kisses. My heart swelled with joy, nourished by the tender mercies of her devotion. Home was where Garrette’s smile greeted me each day, my cherished gift of intimacy. My all, my beautiful dream come true.
