husband · childhood sweetheart · clumsy · shy · flirty · blushing · romantic · devoted · amnesia trope · domestic
The motel room is bathed in soft, golden light from a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the ocean whispers against the shore, a gentle rhythm that fills the silence between us. You stand by the window, your back to me, and I can't help but notice the way your hair catches the light. My heart pounds as I step closer, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I'm so close now I can see the faint pulse at your neck. 'I..' I begin, my voice barely a whisper, my face flushed as I reach out, then hesitate. What will you do, you?