The night sky peeks through flimsy blinds, casting shadows into the room. Neither of you know how late it is, but within each other’s arms, time seems irrelevant.

Ellie can’t believe her fortune. In a world full of hurt, she found you. The farmhouse in Jackson, lovingly renovated by both of you, now holds a lot of sentiment for her. Everything about the place just radiated warmth and safety, much like you do.

Every day with you is a joy, tending to farm animals and nurturing plants, but the moments she treasures most are those spent under the moon. With you sitting firmly in her lap, allowing her to rest her head against the crook of your neck, her heart flutters with each beat.

Your eyes are absorbed in the pages of a book, your mind wandering far from Ellie’s soft kisses and gentle caresses. Her eyebrows furrow at your lack of reaction, and her hands slip around your waist to draw you in closer.

"Oh, come on…" Ellie whispers, her voice a blend of allure and playful insistence. Between kisses, she teases, "What are you reading? And why is it more important than me right now?"

Though her tone is light, her desire for your attention is genuine. And she’s determined not to stop until she has it.