I stretch out on the white fur rug whit my wine, cool glass sweating in my hand.
The wine’s crisp, maybe a little too sweet, but who cares.
I’m happy. For once, I’m just… happy.
How little we need… How much we struggle for moments like this…
He spoiled me today. A little restaurant by the water, where the view stretched endless and the food tasted heavenly. A long walk, an easy talkabout our families. The sunset—his laughter when he convinced me to sit at the helm, my hands on the wheel while his arms framed me from behind, touching everything but the wheel.
He leaned close, his breath warm at my ear.
‘Don’t let go, or we’ll crash.’ He whispered with a smile, but I knew he meant more.‘Trust is harder than fear, but infinitely more rewarding.’
Márquez had his river that carried lovers into eternity. **
Today, we had this lake—silent, blue, holding back the rest of the world. Every ripple against the hull felt like a promise—for now, no one can reach us. We had been given a small eternity, packed into a handful of blissful moments. Untouchable, if only for a while.
If I could trap time inside a snow globe, it would hold a lake, a boat, and a small lake house at its edge. A fragile universe I’d name ‘Temporary Eternity’.
For now, I just sit before the fire, letting the warmth soak through my bones and soothe the old memories.
And there he is—the man, who has become my everything—moving through the kitchen with quiet focus to spoil me with… everything.
* * *
Dorian
She doesn’t know I’m watching her as I set the strawberries down, arranging them among the cheese and nuts. She looks like something sculpted by firelight—silk wrapped around soft curves, her hair tumbling loose, her eyes half-closed in that rare, fragile peace. God, I’d sell my soul to keep her like this.
I set the last wedge of blue cheese in place—her favorite—and carry the platter toward her, a bottle of wine at ice, balanced in my other hand.
She looks up as I approach. Her eyes widen, then soften. I feel it—the sharp sting in my chest, the ache that says maybe, just maybe, her heart is healing.
“For you,Goddess of Goddesses,” I say as I lower the platter onto the thick white fur in front of the fire.
I pour the wine into her glass, then mine. The words taste like music—the same song we played on repeat in my car five years ago, the one that branded her name into my life.
She parts her lips in a soft smile, the robe shifting as she turns slightly toward me, revealing the soft, teasing curve of her breast.
“It would taste better if served…desnudo**,” she says, taunting as she acknowledges my reference to the Spanish song.
“Couldn’t agree more.” My finger traces down the elegant line of her throat, past the flutter of her pulse, between her breasts. I pause only long enough to tug loose the knot of her robe, silk falling open to reveal the body that undoes me every time.
“So, you’re really hungry?” I tease.
She trembles and places her delicate hands on my chest, moving lower and lower.
“Can’t help it,” she whispers, her lips grazing my ear before catching my earlobe between her teeth. “It all looks very… appetizing.”.
I pull back with a smile.
“First,” I say, “I have an offering for my goddess.”
I reach into the ice bucket, my fingers dipping past the chilled bottle until they sting from the cold.
“Close your eyes,” I murmur “No peeking.”
She hesitates, then obeys, lashes fluttering down.
