The wind floated through the open windows of Dakota's bedroom and rushed over his still wet body. Everything felt fresh, cool and fresh. What an amazing feeling, he thought. A few goose bumps ran up his arms and legs but it felt good. Outside the silvery moon peaked through the trees and smiled at Dakota. He smiled back. Light fell over the floor as the door to his room slid open. Julia leaned around the corner and peaked in at her husband. "Hello." She said in a sing song voice. His lips parted and curved into a wide smile. "Hey baby," he replied. Julia slide with her back against the wall into the room and shut the light out again. Her bare, shapely legs looked blue in the moonlight as she floated over to the bed. She crawled up onto the mountain of sheets and sat on her knees beside Dakota. Her soft hand reached out and touched the side of his face. She could hardly believe he was real, that she was real, that all had worked out. Dakota shut his eyes and leaned his face into her hand, her soft, warm hand. His world lay there, his love. Warmth filled his body where warmth had long been lost. God why are you so good to me? He asked. "You're all wet," Julia said. "I took a little swim," he replied. Her green eyes grew. They seemed to contain so much. Dakota never thought he would see them again. He took her other hand in his and put them both to rest on his stomach. Julia turned her hand and squeezed his. Her heart fluttered, like a tiny butterfly's wings as she leaned forward flattening her body onto the bed beside him. She touched her lips to his and for a moment they simply lay there. How warm and soft it felt. How perfect. The way two people in love were supposed to feel, safe in each others arms, in each others company. Dakota slid his hands around her waist and drew her to him. He wanted to swallow her whole. He wanted to protect her from the world. The water from Dakota's shirt soaked Julia and she pushed it off. His chest felt strong and smooth against her own. She kissed down under his chin. His powerful arms that surrounded her slender frame felt like a shield of loving protection. He pulled the covers over them, blocking out the cold night. All his wet cloths hit the wooden floor with a smack. He shivered as her nose lightly brushed his neck. She stroked his damp hair. Dakota held his precious jewel close. He would never let her go again.