Maya’s Pov

I remember thinking it was all a dream, a perfect dream, the kind you wish you’d gotten stranded in.

The feeling was pure happiness; pure peace.

I was in the clearing with Louis. The Moon was full and rich purple, coloring everything in its glow. His silhouette seemed taller, more majestic against the purple-black heavens. His piercing brown eyes glimmered warmly when I turned back to him.

We made love under the midnight heavens, without a care in the world. The worries ...