(Author’s POV)
The music still played faintly in the background, a soft hum of piano and strings blending with the warm golden glow inside the greenhouse. Owen held Aurora close, their bodies gently swaying, lost in the stillness of their world. But beneath that stillness, a slow-burning fire simmered between them, each stolen glance, every brush of fingertips, every whisper against skin had built it quietly.
Owen looked down at her, eyes locking with hers. There was no mistaking the heat there, but also a reverent tenderness, like she was something sacred. He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her ear.
“Will you let me love you tonight, completely?” He whispered, his voice a husky mix of desire and restraint.
Aurora stilled, the question hanging between them like a breathless promis
