MARCEL.

I close the door; the lock clicking shut behind us and I lift her bridal style in my arms, her heart’s racing and she locks her arms around my shoulders, burying her face into my neck, as I carry her through to the bedroom.

The room is lit with candles, and red petals are scattered across the floor and bed. The table to the side holds chocolates and drinks, but I don’t think either of us cares about that. She’s the only dessert I truly want, and right now neither of us wants to wait. I want her and she wants me.

I place her on the bed, unable...