*Lauren*

The flickering candles cast a warm glow over Lucas' tanned face, the scent of the sea mingling with the rich aroma of our dinner. His lap cradled me, strong arms enveloping my waist as I nestled closer, reveling in the sheer joy of his presence.

"Lucas," I murmured against his lips, the word barely a whisper. "Moving in together ... it feels like the start of something magical. It feels like the right time."

He chuckled a low, harmonious sound that vibrated ...