The moon was a glowing crescent in the night sky, casting a gentle, silvery light over the meadow by the lake. The candles Amara had lit flickered softly in the evening breeze, their warm glow creating an enchanting and intimate ambiance. The setting was perfect, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the soft rustle of the leaves in the wind. It was a night meant for closeness, for whispers and secrets, for deep, shared moments.
Amara’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood with Darius near the water’s edge, her hand intertwined with his. She felt the warmth of his skin, the strength of his grip, and the steady rhythm of his breath. Everything felt so alive, so full of promise and anticipation. She was nervous, yes, but there was a deeper, steadier feeling that
