The Book Shop

As we strolled through the gallery, I found myself mesmerized by the collection of art. The paintings, portraits, and sculptures were simply breathtaking. It was no wonder the stained glass dome above us was so renowned.

As we walked side by side, our hands occasionally brushed against each other. Then, unexpectedly, Izan gently intertwined our fingers, his touch sending warmth coursing through me.

“I can’t believe I’m allowed to touch the art,” he whispered excitedly, his eyes sparkling with delight as he glanced down at me.

“You’re such a goofball,” I chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for him.

He brought my hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on my knuckle. “And I can even kiss the art,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“Izan!” I exclaimed, playfully swatting his arm.

“What? It’s true,” he replied, his tone playful as he flashed me a charming smile.

He gently cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and warm. “You outshine the art upon this wall, I’m sure. For in your p