DAWN P.O.V.
The sun shimmers through the trees, casting dancing shadows on the ground as I step out of the camper. The cool morning air wraps around me like a comforting embrace, an invitation to the day ahead. Just a few yards away, the water from the hot spring is still steaming, creating a misty veil that shimmers in the golden light. There he is, Ares, my steadfast mate of forty years, emerging from the water like a vision from a dream.
The crispness of the morning couldn’t compete with the sight of him. Water cascades down his rock hard abs, his shaggy salt-and-pepper hair glistening as he combs it back with his fingers. I feel a familiar flutter in my stomach, tinged with longing. With a playful bite of my lip, I watch his movements, captivated but all too aware of the growing heat
