Featured Scene

The attic room of the seaside inn felt alive with golden sunlight, streaming through the dormer windows and catching on the red hue of the wine in their glasses. The remains of their quiet lunch lay scattered between them, yet neither noticed—this moment was the only thing that mattered. She raised her glass, her voice softer now. “To firsts.” “To firsts,” he echoed, clinking his glass against hers. The deep red liquid shimmered as it met the light. For a breath, they simply watched each other, the anticipation curling between them like an unspoken promise. He reached for the Brie she had offered earlier, savoring the taste—foreign, rich, unlike anything he had known before. Just like her. The world beyond this attic room—her life outside of him, his outside of her—ceased to exist.