A series of short romantic writings.
ARMS
Lily-
Lily glanced up at Dan, her heart swelling with affection. The man who stood beside her was not just any man; he was her man. He was her protector, her confidant, and her rock.
She traced her fingers lightly along his muscles' contours, marveling at his sheer power. It was a simple act of affection, one they had shared countless times before, but it never failed to fill her heart with warmth.
He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. She cherished the strength he possessed, not just in his arms but in his character, his unwavering sense of duty, and his love for her.
She was grateful for the strong, silent man at her side, the love they shared, and the simple pleasure of holding onto his arm as they journeyed through life together.
Dan-
For the first time, Dan found himself holding Lily in his arms. Their eyes had locked, and in that silent exchange, they both acknowledged something that had lingered in the background, unspoken but undeniable. It was a moment of vulnerability and connection, unearthing emotions Dan had long concealed.
Now, sitting alone in the dimly lit Marshal's office, Dan contemplated the evening. Her intoxicating perfume still clung to his shirt, and the memory of her soft curves against him and the taste of her lips was still vivid.
In a soft, contemplative whisper, he said, "I didn't know how lonely I was until I held Lily in my arms."
The End