ARIEL POV
My voice was barely above a whisper as I let Alan know that I was on my period-a softness that spoke much about the depths of the connection and trust between us.
His words, "Okay, my love," therefore came out not harsh but as an assurance; some soothing balm to calm all doubts and instill more confidence, his tone unwavering in support and comprehension.
"Do you want to go on a date, then," Alan offered, his enthusiasm palpable, infectious, and wrapped in a warmth that seemed to envelop me whole.
"Yes, my love," I said, my voice low and husky as our eyes met and spoke volumes about the intimacy we shared.
Alan's face lit up with excitement; his eyes shone like diamonds, bright with anticipation. "Get dressed; I'm taking you to the most exquisite restaurant in town, a place
