Bound

DALE CALLAHAN

I gazed out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking view of the azure ocean stretching towards the horizon, its waves gently crashing against the sandy shore below. We were in paradise, my thoughts echoed as I turned my attention back to the woman sitting beside me.

She looked divine in an elegant sundress that accentuated her every curve. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa in our luxury suite. Her red, cascading hair shimmered under the warm sunlight glowing like a Phoenix's flame, as did her eyes, which sparkled mischievously. We had been enjoying an incredible vacation together, cherishing these precious moments away from the chaos we survived seven months ago.

A contented smile played on my lips as I leaned towards her, a glint of longing mirrored in my eyes. "You know, Meg, this suite is quite enchanting, it pales in comparison to your beauty," I remarked winking.

She chuckled, her laughter harmonious, and her eyes twinkled with deli