Our Promise

h the tangles, a sense of relaxation washes over me. When his hand moves to massage the mu

tify the issue, but he in

my temple, sending a pleasant shiver down to my toes.

of random items glued onto canvases. I could probably make a

girl," De

was quite the charact

nor shifts, tension rippling thr

p' as in slimy. He was always ingratiating hims

cts with a playful

in, pushing my

es, and together we make our way into our apartment. As soon as I close the

oving in, I adorned the windows with pale blue curtains, complementing the navy sofa and striped pillows. With cream

droom to shed my clothes. A quick, refreshing shower leaves me fee

my spirits. I adore our plush bed adorned with a thick, flowered comforter, the quaint kitchen featuring a white wooden table I refurbished

hick, and a rich shade of brown that matches my eyes—Dean once likened it to "the color of coffee with cream" in one of his

r, I can't help but admire his appearance. He's swapped his attire for jeans that cl

than a scholar. Nine years my senior, he stands tall with sturdy muscles and broa

shes, which soften the strength of his cheekbones and jawline. His self-assurance and d

completed postdoctoral studies at both the University of Wisconsin and UPenn. His expertise has also taken him to the pr

stitution in Mirror Lake. He's leading the charge in establishing a new Medieval Studies program, a

urprised by the extent o

ponse. When he gazes at me with such warmth in his eyes, all the accolades and ach

forward to embrace him properly. "Did you manage to

t was about the excavation and archaeology of a town

hink to myself

d his waist. "Mmm. Soun

ive my rear a playful squeeze. His deep voice sends a shiver down my sp

le grazing my skin in a rather tantalizing m