“G-Get in the tr-truck,” I’d said to her this morning. “Got s-somewhere I wanna t-to show you.”

Mae came. Lilah had packed her bag and shit for the week. I just needed my cut, my shirt, and my jeans.

“Where are we going?” she’d asked.

“Just s-somewhere,” I’d replied, and I’d driven us the four hours it took to get here.

When I’d opened the door five minutes ago, the windscreen showing us nothing but a cabin and a private beach, Mae had gasped and stayed stock still in her seat. “Styx,” she’d whispered then opened the door of the truck and stepped outside. Her hands had covered her face, then dropped as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes as the breeze ran over her skin.

And then she was off. Running onto the sand, kicking her sandals to the side. She’d laughed aloud feeling the sand beneath her feet. And then she was running toward the rolling tide.

I’d followed and lit up a smoke, and here I was now.

A happy fucking scream came from Mae when the water ran over her feet. She was dressed in a long white dress, her black hair down. The wind kicked up the jet-black strands, and when she looked back at me, laughing and smiling with those pink lips I loved so much, her blue eyes shone brighter than I’d ever seen them before.

She stopped and held out her hand. Like a fucking moth to a motherfucking flame, I walked over the sand until I was beside her at the water’s edge. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she fell back against me, covering my hands with her own.

“I cannot believe that you have given me this,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she watched the sun dip in the horizon.

“Yeah,” I rasped.

“You always give me my dreams, River. Everything. Every day is a blessing with you.” She turned in my arms. “Every day with you is a dream come true. I can scarcely believe this is my life.”

“Yeah,” I said again and kissed her lips.

When I broke away, Mae took my hand. “Shall we go into the cabin? I very much want to show you how much I love you. I want to show you how much I cherish you. And I want to make love to my husband, the one who gives me the world in ways I never believed were possible.”

Mae smiled, the wind blew her hair across those wolf-fucking-eyes I adored, and I simply answered, “Yeah.”

With her, it would always be motherfucking yeah.

The End