Tyler’s Point of View
Claire and I pull up to the villa that I rented for our visit. It is a small wooden cabin that overlooks the lake. There is no one around for miles. Pure privacy for us.
She hasn’t stopped rubbing my arm since we got in the car. It feels almost as if she wants to climb into my body. My heart pounds as I put the car in park. She agreed to my proposal. Less than three months together and she wants to be with me.
As we clamber out of the car and head into the villa, I drag our suitcases behind us. The second that the door swings open, Claire jumps into my arms, her hands tracing down my side. Her touch isn’t wild or needy, but is sweet. It is as if all the love she has in her heart radiates through her fingers to my body, sending chills down my spine.
The villa has a
