In the midst of golden hour, you found yourself holding your special boy. Evan Rosier. It wasn't usual to cuddle like this. To be vulnerable with one another. But, tonight, for whatever reason the universe decided, things calmed down.

You were resting between his legs, head on his abdomen with his fingers in your hair. It was just the two of you and the warm light.

He speaks after a while in that soft tone reserved for you. "You're gorgeous." He says. "All of you. Mind, body, and soul." Those four words would be the pinnacle of your existence.