You had always dreamed of visiting the desert, and one evening, your husband, Martin, decided to surprise you. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the endless sand dunes, he drove you to a secluded spot in his G-Wagon.

When you arrived, he got out first, walking to your side to help you out. But instead, with a mischievous smile, he lifted you effortlessly and placed you on the roof of the car.

You gasped softly as you looked around, the vast desert stretching out before you. “It’s so pretty,” you whispered, the cool desert wind playing with your hair, making it flow like silk.

Martin stayed silent for a moment, his gaze locked on you. The way the golden light kissed your face and the way your eyes sparkled in awe left him captivated.

“It’s not the desert that’s pretty,” he finally said, his voice soft.

You turned to look at him, and your cheeks flushed as he continued staring at you like you were the most breathtaking sight in the world.