I heard her request, and the soft tone of her voice shifted my perspective on our relationship. Freya leaned forward to kiss me, so I closed the small distance and met her lips. The warm evening breeze brushed past us on the stone terrace while I held her face in my hands. I kissed her back, taking my time to ensure she felt safe in my arms.
We spent the last month pretending to be in love for the local cameras, but this specific moment lacked any news reporters or wealthy investors. This was a private choice between a husband and a wife.
I pulled away after a long moment, and I looked down into her dark eyes. She did not look nervous, and she did not pull back to create distance. She looked ready to leave our corporate past behind us.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her, needing to hear her verbal confirmation before we moved forward. "We do not have to rush anything tonight if you just want to sit here and watch the ocean. I am happy just being near you, Freya."
