Olivia

The ocean crashed below us, waves providing a rhythmic soundtrack to the moment. His hands cupped my face, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I grabbed his hand. "Come on. These dishes aren't going to clean themselves."

We brought everything inside together, loading the dishwasher in comfortable silence.

Alexander rinsed while I arranged plates and glasses with careful precision. The domesticity ...