Twin Time Trouble

Love

Slowly but surely, she began to wake up, blinking the sleep from her eyes and taking in her surroundings. The room was flooded with light, the sunlight streaming in through the open windows. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the scent of lake water and wet grass, of clean and fresh pine.

A lounging, linen-haired libertine of liquor, he stretched his limbs languidly across the lounge chair, a plush, plushy-brown garment enveloping his form. A cascade of rich blonde tresses spilling from his head. A bottle of amber liquid sat on the table beside him, a temptation too alluring to resist. With a lazy, languid motion, he lifted the hipflask to his lips and took a sip

He turned to face her, and was struck by her beauty. She lay on her stomach, her golden hair spilling across the pillow. She looked completely relaxed, her face soft and peaceful.

"You've changed, I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something different about you." She paused, her eyes searching his face.

She could sense a change in him, a subtle shift in his posture and demeanor. He looked more at peace, more centered. She watched him in profile, taking in the way his shoulders seemed to relax, the way his body seemed to soften.

"You seem more...settled, I guess. More at peace." She smiled, the corners of her mouth curving upward. "Whatever it is, it suits you, perfectly."

As she got out of bed he was struck by the sight of her in the simple, crimson shift, its hem stopping just above her knees. It was somehow both simple and elegant, a surprising juxtaposition of demureness and sensuality, a flush of heat rose up his neck and face, the sight of her taking his breath away.

"You're warm and open, and it's such a relief," Jane said, her tone tinged with affection. "I feel like I can talk to you without fearing your judgment, without worrying that you'll withdraw." She moved closer, her arms reaching around his shoulders, from behind, drawing him into a gentle embrace. "I feel like I can finally relax with you," she said, her voice hushed and intimate. "It's a wonderful feeling."

He remained quiet, his thoughts turning inward, keeping his secret locked away, for just a little while longer.

"Now this is enough. Too much, even for you," Jane took the flask from his hands and placed it on the bed. She secured the lid, making sure it wouldn't spill before tossing it aside.

She'd taken away the only thing that gave him a moment of respite from his worries, the desires that threatened to consume him. He stood tall now he craving her, with a desire so deep, so raw,

"It's not the alcohol that soothes you, it's architecture," Jane said. "Find your the purpose in creating something beautiful not in drinking."

"Architecture is that nasty sod's career I'm going to splurge out with you." He tended and pecked her cheek.

She pursed her lips, it was an expression that made her look playful and coquettish. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face, giving her a wild and carefree look.

"You're off your head,"

"Maybe. Yeah_ maybe I am crazy," he said, he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her skin, her lips, her breath, like a drug he could not resist. "You're the only thing that keeps me on my toes" his voice was low and husky. "The one thing that makes my world worth living."

His lips met hers in a rush of emotion. It was electric, like a fire that had been lit. She fell back onto the bed, her head sinking into the soft pillows. He followed her down, his lips trailing along her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone.

He loosened his robe, and pulled it back over his shoulders. As it fell off, it revealed small tattoo on his side that she had never noticed before. It was a simple design, a single word in delicate script. She ran her fingers over the tattoo, over his skin and read the word aloud. "Wild untamed ocean," she whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes full of questions

She'd never seen anything that resembled a tattoo on her husband before.

Jayden knew that the it would take her by surprise, that it would be a revelation for her. And he could imagine the questions that would follow, the need for answers and explanations...

He kissed her passionately, his touch tender and loving. His fingers caressed her skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

His eyes locked onto hers, refusing to let her look away. He wanted to keep her focused on the here and now, to keep her from getting lost in her own thoughts. He wanted her to be present, to experience every moment of their time together to make this moment something she would never forget.