THE DINNER

DAMIEN

The restaurant is dimly lit, with the soft flicker of candles casting warm shadows across the table. It’s our first real dinner together since the honeymoon began, and something about tonight feels different. As soon as Anna steps out of the hotel room, I feel my breath catch in my throat.

She’s wearing a sleek, fitted dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, the fabric shimmering under the restaurant’s lighting. The deep green colour makes her dark skin glow, and her hair is swept to one side, cascading down her shoulders in waves. I’ve never seen her like this—so effortlessly beautiful, so radiant.

I feel a strange, undeniable pull toward her for the first time. My chest tightens, and I find myself staring a second too long, my eyes trailing the curve of her waist, the gentle sway of her hips as she walks toward me. The way the dress clings to her body… I can’t help it. Desire creeps into my thoughts, something I haven’t allowed myself to feel for her until now.

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