You stood before the mirror, adjusting the fine straps of the elegant dress that hugged your figure. The expensive fabric fell perfectly into place, clinging to every curve in all the right ways. The deep shade of red accentuated your skin tone, matched the cerise tint of your lips, and your rosy cheek bones.

A familiar presence approached, standing right behind you—strong, steady, and undeniably drawn to your beauty.

“You look breathtaking,” Levi murmured, his voice low and velvet-soft like a slight caress to your skin. You caught his image in the mirror, his gray eyes roved over your reflection drinking in every line and edge.

“Dear Lord, that dress...” He trailed off, his hand slid gently along your waist. Rough fingers grazed the curve of your hip, and then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “You’re stunning. Absolutely stunning.”