Sam's POVBack at the suite, fingers still linked, the breeze touched us like a whisper. Silence sat easy. Full. Heavy with what we’d lived through, yet light with what now waited ahead.Out on the balcony, my mind wandered, unaware of what Ethan had already set in motion. Candles dotted the space inside, their light dancing in small pools along the walls. From somewhere unseen, notes floated - slow, tender, filling corners before settling into skin. White sheets lay crisp, the bed open like an invitation left by silent hands. Time stretched thin, without demand or question. Stillness held us, not because we planned it, but because we meant it.Behind us, the door clicked shut. He faced me then. His gaze held mine - deep with love, respect, a soft wonder that stole air from my lungs. Not like before. Not cautious. Not testing. This felt sure. Full. Like coming back after long absence. Like joy given shape.Close up, Ethan brought his hands to my fac
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