LYKOS
The room buzzed with conversation as we settled into the living area after dinner. The warmth of wine and laughter filled the air, and I felt a deep sense of contentment as I watched Oceana interact with everyone.
My decision was made: we would spend the night here at my parents’ house, and I’d take Oceana to our home in the morning. It felt good saying that: our home, even though it was just our temporary home.
While on the plane, I contemplated what my future would hold now that I had found my mate. The answer was straightforward: I would propose, make her my wife, and start a family. But before doing all that, I wanted to build her a house—a nice, big house. My parents owned a vacation home in the city that overlooked the ocean. They owned a private part of the beach, and I w
