The morning after our woodland camping trip, I wake nestled in Charles' arms in the small tent we shared. Sunlight peeks through the loose stitching, warming my face. I feel utterly at peace here in nature's embrace with the man I love more than life itself.
Charles stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. "Good morning, my eternal flame," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. I smile and snuggle closer, never wanting this moment of tranquility to end.
But the sounds of Maggie and Tim's raucous laughter outside our tent shatter the serenity. "Rise and shine, hippie lovebirds!" Maggie calls in a singsong voice. "We've got a full day of earthy bonding ahead!"
I groan, burying my face in Charles' chest as he chuckles. "I fear your aunt may have something...unorthodox in store
