Sixty years back
Bethany was everything to Travis. Everything and he could never tell her that enough. He brushed back a lock of short, black hair and leaned down, kissing her cheek before shifting slightly to kiss the corner of her mouth. Bethany looked gorgeous, just how she was right now. Hair messed from sleep, lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly, dark lashes gracing creamy skin and curled up around one of his feather pillows. Travis kneeled by the edge of the bed to watch her, his gaze tracing over the curve of her cheek and the slender column of her neck. The curve of her waist to her hip fascinated him and his fingers caressed her lightly, drawing a small sound from her and he pulled back carefully, eventually standing and pulling his shirt on over his head. He ran a hand t
