Sarah tilted Elena’s chin up, her thumb brushing against her lower lip. "I’ve seen the world, Elena. There’s nothing in it as beautiful as you in this light."
Elena moved closer, sliding through the water until she could rest her head on Sarah’s chest. She could hear the slow, rhythmic beat of Sarah’s heart—a sound that had become her primary anchor. They didn't need to fill the space with chatter. The intimacy wasn't just in the touch; it was in the profound lack of performance. They didn't have to hide the softness of their stomachs or the ache in their joints.
Should the story focus more on or future plans ? Should there be a conflict they are overcoming together?
"The salts are in," Elena said, her voice soft. "And I found that candle you liked. The one from the coast."
