Rose’s POV

The drive to the place was cool and quiet, the kind of silence that didn’t feel heavy… just peaceful. Luther’s hand stayed wrapped in mine the whole ride, his thumb brushing my skin every few seconds like he was checking…reassuring himself somehow that I was still there.

We arrived at the location after a while, and my mouth parted slightly in awe.

It was beautiful.

Private, serene, with warm lights dancing across the glass walls of the restaurant. The kind of place ...