Christian POV
We sat for a while at the end of the dock. She wanted to put her toes in the water, but it was just out of reach. She gave that adorable pout as she rested her head on my shoulder instead. She let out a sigh. She was finally relaxed, resting against him. Enjoying the beauty of the lake, the stillness of the night. Silence. Except for the quiet splash of an occasional fish and the singing of the summer insects. And the beating of their hearts.
I took her hands and caressed them from wrist to fingertip, as if exploring something beautiful and fragile. Those hands of hers are anything but fragile, except at that moment, transformed by his gentle touch. She yawned.
She lifted her head from my shoulder. I softly placed gentle kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her lips. Gently
