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“Keep your eyes closed,” he said mischievously as he slowly led her down the trail.
“Where are you taking me, Jay?” Helen asked, laughing and freely following.
“Shhh. No more questions.”
With one hand gently squeezing her arm and the other resting on the small of her back, he deftly moved her through the thick foliage. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten with the weather. When he’d first thought of the idea, he was sure it would be too cold, but it appeared luck – or love – was on his side. A warm front had pushed through the day before, and it felt like a perfect summer day.
When they came to the clearing he stopped. He brushed his lips against her cheek. “Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered, making her shiver.
Helen’s eyes fluttered opened, and as she took in the scene before her, she gasped.
She looked back and forth between him and the whimsical little tent he’d set up, her mouth opening and closing before she finally managed to speak. “You did all this? For me?” she asked, her voice soft and dream-like.
He nodded and put his arm around her waist, tugging her a little closer, so he could breathe in her sweet scent and commit the moment to memory.
“Mhmm.”
“But… why?” she asked as she twisted around to face him.
He stared into her beautiful blue eyes and smiled. “Because I love you. And because I wanted to do something special for you.”
A huge grin spread across her face, and her baby blues glistened with unshed tears. “I love it,” she squeaked, her voice already an octave higher than usual.
She eagerly disentangled herself from his arms and slowly moved the few steps across the field until she was standing right in front of the tent.
Helen trailed her fingers along the delicate, lacy edges, noting the paper lanterns hanging at the top of the ‘V’. Gingerly, she squatted down, her knees resting on what looked like an old quilt, as she climbed inside.
As she settled down on her stomach, her elbows propping her up and her legs bent at the knees, her eyes sparkled and radiated with happiness. “Come lie down with me, love.”
Jay grinned. He loved watching her childlike wonder, the way her eyes danced as she took everything in and her cheeks flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink when she looked at him. She was his everything, perfect for him in every way.
He walked toward her, content to be drawn in by everything about her.
“Like this?” he asked, once inside, as he nuzzled her neck with his nose.
She nodded, closing her eyes and basking in him and the golden rays of sunshine. The late autumn wind blew, rustling the tall grass all around them.
They stayed like that, talking and laughing, noshing on the fresh fruit and cheese he’d brought earlier. Jay couldn’t keep his hands off her. He loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin beneath his fingertips and the way her fingers tangled with his.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes blaring earnestly, as he toyed with a loose strand of her hair.
She dipped her head, burying it against the hard muscle of his shoulder, and giggled. He wrapped his arms around her, trailing tender kisses across her shoulder, neck, and jaw.
The sun began to set, and everything felt soft, almost like a Technicolor dream.
His eyes found hers just as she turned to face him. “I love you, Helen,” Jay whispered, completely lost in the way the shadows were dancing across her face.
“Mmmm. Love you, Jay,” she hummed as her lips found his.
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