Karessa is done with her mini crisis by the time her feet hit the ground. She rearranges her dress and runs a finger through her hair. None of that was necessary since she still looks fucking beautiful. I usually don’t have an issue with her giving me her full attention but it’s a special night and I don’t want to risk it.
“Hey!” she protests when I take her phone away.
“Oran,” I call to him right before I toss it. He holds up a hand and catches it without much effort. Karessa looks ready to fight both of us but my smile disarms her. “It’s just you and me tonight.”
“What about your phone?” she challenges me.
“Off and only for emergencies. Besides, Oran knows where to find us.”
The cool breeze blows her hair out of her face and cools my hot skin once we’re outside. It’s a big night. I can be a romantic man, but I wouldn’t normally go through the trouble of planning a special date to tell my wife I love her - I’d just say it and move on - but this is something Karessa would like.
“What are we going to do?” she inquires after a few minutes of walking.
“Nothing crazy. Just dinner and a movie.”
I guide her to where we’re going and she spins in a slow circle, trying to figure out where I’ve taken her. My hand drops to the small of her back to pull her focus back to me. I point at the blanket in the middle of the field. Where a screen is erected just beyond that.
“It’s an outdoor theater,” I explain.
Karessa bites her lower lip as she takes in the scene. “Where is everyone?”
I entwine our fingers and take her to the blanket. “Just us tonight, I made sure of that.”
The sun is low but I’m pretty sure Karessa is blushing. “Very interesting, Jag.”
“Let’s go sit,Kar.”
She smirks at me because she knows I don’t always take to her calling me ‘Jag.’ Karessa is not the first one to say it, but it feels weird to me. I can’t explain it since I’m not sure why but I like hearing her say the whole damn thing. We make it to the blanket where I have her favorite alcohol of choice chilling in a bucket of ice. Turning to her, I hold her hands while she kicks off her pumps.
It’s cute that she’s avoiding my gaze. Her nervousness and low-level shyness is adorable. Karessa is bold when it comes to her libido but shy when it comes to her heart. It’s one of the things I love about her; she doesn’t give it to just anyone.
“Getting me drunk? Is that your plan?” she jokes nervously.
“Now we both know I don’t need to get you drunk,” I tease her then settle next to her to steal a kiss. Short and sweet. We have plenty of time for the other stuff.
“Shouldn’t we face the other way?” Karessa points at the outdoor screen to our left.
“After,” I say softly with a kiss to her temple. “We’re watching the sunset. Apparently, this is one of the best locations to watch.”
I watch her profile as her eyes soften at the beauty of the sky. She smiles at the view like it greeted her. My peripheral vision picks up the mixed blue, purple, and orange hues but I can’t take my eyes away from my wife. Moments like this are the best. Both of us are at peace and taking a breath just to be present with each other.
“I wish I could take a picture,” she sighs.
Laughing, I take out my phone, unlock it, and pass it to her. “Here you go.”
She perks up and smiles gratefully as she takes the phone and snaps away to her heart's content. Graciousness. It’s another thing I love about her. Karessa isn’t stuck on complaining about not having her phone, she’s still getting what she wants from the moment without trying to control it. Her dress has spaghetti straps - a sleeve option she seems to be the fondest of wearing - and looks like a corset. The skirt part is see-through and showing her matching white underwear. The all-white ensemble would have her getting fucked on this very blanket if I were not going out of my way to avoid it.
I kiss the part of her shoulder that seems to glow in the low light. I don’t need to hear my shutter to know she’s taking a picture. It’s okay. It’s all about us anyway. When she hands me the phone, I see she posted the pictures and video of the sunset in the story section and tagged herself. My phone starts vibrating with notifications like it does whenever I post but I put it away after I add a picture of her smiling at the view.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“What is?”
She glances at me, the confusion creasing her brows. “The sunset, Jagger.”
I shrug and continue to look at her. “Haven’t seen it. My eyes are stuck on you.”
Karessa’s nervous giggle returns. “I thought you wanted to watch.”
