After they explored the villa, finally they settled their luggage in the main bedroom. Bella stood near the bed, her back to Asher as she gazed out at the endless vineyards beyond.
Asher watched her from a few steps away, his heart swelling with emotion. The way the soft light played on her skin, the way her dark hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, she looked ethereal. Slowly, he moved closer, his footsteps deliberately quiet.
“Bells,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with warmth.
She turned to face him, her blue eyes locking with his. In them, he saw love, trust, and a flicker of vulnerability. Asher reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Bella’s cheeks flushe
