NICKLAUS'S POV

With Gabrielle nestled securely in my arms, her head resting against my chest, I gently ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the softness of each strand.

The room was bathed in a warm glow, the remnants of our intimate moment still lingering in the air. It was in this quiet embrace that I decided to share something with her, something that had been on my mind.

"Gabrielle," I began, my voice a mere whisper against the stillness of the room.

"There's a bonfire tonight down by the beach. I thought you might want to come, but of course, only if you feel up to it."

She shifted...