When we reach the door, Dominic smiles at me tenderly before lifting me in his arms, fulfilling the tradition. I held onto his neck, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. He pushes the door open with his foot and, without taking his eyes off me, gently closes it behind us. The house is silent.
He ascends the stairs with a firm step, carrying me to our room. As he opens the door, a soft vanilla scent envelops us. Everything is impeccably arranged: a heart of rose petals adorns the center of the bed, small candles flicker from every corner, and on the side table awaits a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. It's a romantic and perfect setting, as if taken from a dream.
Dominic gently lays me on the bed and stays there, watching me. His eyes hide nothing: there is love, adora
