Tyler.
The rooftop of the fine dining restaurant felt like the best private spot, a place where I could have Arya to myself. Share myself with her. As I waited for her, memories of our passionate night flooded my mind, each detail vivid and intoxicating.
I recalled the way she looked in my arms, her beauty transcendent, especially when I had gone down on her.
She looked so exquisite, lying naked in my bed, her hair spread out like a dark halo against the pillow. The way she had moaned my name as I kissed and worshiped her body.
The memory alone elicited a primal groan from deep within me, my body responding to the thought of her with arousal.
Then, the elevator doors parted, revealing Arya in the luxurious wine-colored satin dress I had chosen for her. My breath hitched as I took her in, the gown length stopped just above her knees, teasing a glimpse of the legs with every step she took.
She was stunning, more so than I could have imagined. The gown cinched at her waistline gently, emphasizing her flattering hourglass curves.
Her hair, styled in an elegant updo, revealed the graceful curve of her neck, while her heels accentuated the length of her legs.
With every movement, the dress glimmered in the light, commanding attention and exuding confidence.
She moved towards me with a grace that left me speechless, her very presence commanding my attention. I wanted to worship her, to kneel at her feet and declare my devotion for all to see. She was my goddess, and I was utterly captivated by her.
I could take her right now. That would involve tearing another dress. I shook my head as I went round the table to pull out her chair. No more torn dresses.
"Hey Tyler," she greeted me with a smile. "You look... wow. The view is really beautiful."
Her words filled me with a sense of pride, knowing that I had succeeded in impressing her. As she took her seat, I stared at her, unable to tear my gaze away.
"You look absolutely ravishing," I murmured. "I can't take my eyes off you."
Arya chuckled, her laughter a melody that stirred something deep within me. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Tyler," she teased.
"You don't say," I smirked as I stared at her intensely.
"But I have to say, you clean up pretty well yourself." She chuckled at my teasing tone.
I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her words. I leaned in to kiss her forehead as she closed her eyes.
"I wouldn't mind taking you right here, you know," I confessed.
Arya's playful reaction only fueled my desire. "Is that so? So you could tear my dress off again?"
I shrugged "Who cares? All I know is that you look so damn sexy right now, I can't think straight."
Her laughter faded, replaced by a look of desire that mirrored my own. "You always know the right thing to say, don't you?" she whispered, her eyes smoldering with passion.
Reaching out, I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin. "Only when I'm with you," I confessed softly.
The rooftop stretched out before us, a panorama of twinkling lights and starlit sky. It was a breathtaking sight, one that paled in comparison to the beauty of the woman sitting across from me.
"Why the rooftop?" Arya's voice broke the silence, pulling me from my thoughts.
I smiled, grateful for the opportunity to explain. "I wanted you to see the world from a different perspective," I began. "To show you all the beauty that life has to offer, and to share with you just how special you are to me."
There was a vulnerability in my confession, a rawness that I hadn't expected. But as Arya's eyes softened, I knew that I had made the right choice.
"And what better way to celebrate than with the best wine and food?" I added, motioning to the waiting chef with a smile. "After all, tonight is about us, Little One."
The chef approached with a bottle of wine that shimmered in the candlelight, and a platter of food. As he poured the wine into our glasses, I watched Arya as she watched the chef, delighted at the dishes.
"This is quite a feast," she said as she eyed the platter. "Is this just for us?"
"Well, yes," I replied, my gaze lingering on her face as I took a sip of my wine, watching her above the rim of my wine glass. "However, if we don't finish it, it's not going to waste. It's going to people who need it."
The evening was going exactly as I had hoped. The cool evening breeze ruffled her hair, sending tendrils of it dancing around her face.
Leaning back in my chair, I savored the moment, the taste of the wine lingering on my tongue. It was a rare moment of tranquility in the midst of our hectic lives, a chance to simply be together and enjoy each other's company.
"So, Tyler," Ayra said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. “In the entire craziness of everything that has happened, we never got to know more about each other. What's your favorite thing to do?”
I chuckled, a warmth spreading through me at the thought of sharing this moment with her. "I love to hunt," I replied.
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Hunt? Like, for sport?"
I nodded, a flood of memories washing over me. "I used to go hunting with my dad when I was younger," I explained. "It was our way of bonding, you know? Just him and me against the wilderness."
Ayra's lips curved into a smile. "That sounds special," she remarked.
I nodded, a sense of pride swelling within me. "It was," I agreed, my gaze drifting to the city below. "And now, I hunt with my pack members. It's become a way for us to connect, to let loose and have fun together."
Her gaze softened.
"You said you loved to read," I said, the words slipping out effortlessly as I took in her beauty against the backdrop of the city.
She blinked. "You remembered?" Her voice held a hint of disbelief as if she couldn't fathom that I had retained such a seemingly insignificant detail about her.
I chuckled softly. "Of course, I did," I reassured her, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "I remember everything you tell me."
Her lips curved into a genuine smile, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight. "I'm impressed," she admitted.
"You know," I began, "I've been thinking..."
Her curiosity piqued, she leaned in closer. "Thinking about what?"
A grin tugged at the corners of my lips at her curiosity. "I want to build you a library."
Her eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and excitement dancing within them. "A library. Are you joking?"
I shook my head, my expression serious. "No, I'm serious," I assured her. "I want you to have all the books you've ever wanted, right at your fingertips."
She was speechless, her lips parting slightly as she processed my offer. After a moment of silence, a radiant smile spread across her face, illuminating her features with pure joy.
"I would really like that," she finally said.
The warmth in her eyes mirrored the feelings I felt for her and I knew at that moment that I would do anything to keep that smile on her face.
"Would you like to dance with me?" I asked. I wanted her to lose herself in the magic of the moment.
"I would love that, Tyler," she said as she laughed.
With a silent signal to the chef, soft music began to fill the air, its gentle melody wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Rising from my seat, I extended my hand to Arya, a silent invitation to dance beneath the starlit sky.
She smiled, her eyes shining with anticipation as she placed her hand in mine. With practiced grace, I pulled her close, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the music.
Lost in the moment, I gazed into Arya's eyes, drowning in the depths of her gaze. She was more than beautiful; she was my everything.
"You are exquisite, love," I murmured. "And I really can't wait to create more beautiful memories with you. Do all the things you never got to do."
Arya's smile widened, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to mine, kissing me passionately.
"I look forward to that," she whispered against my lips. And as we danced beneath the stars, I knew that no matter what the future held, as long as I had her by my side, everything would be alright.