Bella smiled against my lips, the curve of her mouth soft and sweet as I gave it a gentle tug before finally letting her go. Her eyes fluttered open, a shade brighter than before, and I caught the flush creeping up her cheeks.
“I can never tire of kissing those lips,” I murmured.
Her blush deepened, and though she tried to mask it by quickly shifting her attention to the food in front of her, I noticed the way her lips betrayed her with the faintest smile.
Dinner continued. We spoke of everything and nothing, of stories that didn’t matter and moments that somehow did. Laughter slipped between bites, and the candlelight softened the world around us until it felt like time was moving only for us.
When the plates were finally cleared, Bella leaned back with a satisfied sigh, her eyes glea
