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Laughing, I take his hand, and he leads me to the dance floor. His body moves in sync with mine. I let go, and I get lost in the rhythm.
I feel his hands running over me with slow, delicious desire.
He draws a breath against the skin of my neck. “Let's get out of here,” he requests.
I nod, swallowing dryly and biting my lower lip as Ethan takes my hands to guide me out of the venue.
Outside the club, the air is clean and fresh. It smells of salt and brings with it the lullaby of the waves.
Ethan's lips capture mine. His mouth closes around mine as he steals my breath away.
The music from the club fades into a whisper. His kiss, deep and possessive, seals the promise of a night filled with passion and celebration. A year of marriage to the man who rebuilt the ruins of my heart into something formidable, something whole.
I pull back slightly, gazing into Ethan's eyes, those pools of dark intensity that still manage to make my heart race as they did the very first time. “You know,” I begin, my voice barely above the sound of the waves caressing the shore, “this... us... it's everything I've ever wanted.”
Ethan's smile is soft, a rare sight that's reserved only for our quietest moments. “And you're everything I never knew I needed,” he replies.
As we walk hand in hand back to our hotel room, I think about the journey that brought us here. The nights spent fighting demons—mine and his—the days filled with laughter and the growing bond with Asher. Our little family has weathered storms I once thought insurmountable.
Brandon looms like a distant shadow in my mind, a dark chapter firmly closed behind us. Since the custody battle ended and he faded from public view, shamed by his own misdeeds and stripped of his power, we've been free. Free to love without fear, to grow without restraint. I shudder at the memory of his cold touch and manipulation, grateful for Ethan's warmth by my side.
Our steps are silent on the plush carpet as we approach our suite. The door swings open to reveal a space filled with our life—toys scattered by the little hands of Asher and Mason, our younger son, who were too excited about tomorrow's adventure to sleep easily tonight.
“I never thought I could be this happy,” I confess as Ethan wraps his arms around me from behind, his chin resting atop my head.
“You deserve every bit of happiness, Kristine,” he whispers against my hair. “You fought for it.”
He's right. I did fight—against Brandon's suffocating control and for Asher's laughter-filled life. And now? Now, I fight for these quiet moments with Ethan and for every new memory we create together.
We step onto the balcony overlooking the moonlit ocean, a silver path laid across the water just for us. Hawaii has been a dream—the lush greenery a stark contrast to New York City's steel skyline where we fell in love.
Ethan slips off my heels, one by one, his fingers tracing circles on my ankles before he guides me down onto a lounger. He kneels before me, taking my hands in his.
“Kristine,” he says earnestly, “every day with you is a reminder of what life can be when you're not afraid to trust again.”
I lean forward to kiss him gently. “And every day with you is a reminder that love can heal even the deepest wounds.”
Our son Asher represents hope—a bright future crafted from past pain—and Mason embodies joy—the unexpected gift that multiplied our happiness beyond measure.
Ethan lifts me into his arms effortlessly and it’s as if no time has passed since we first shared such intimacy. He carries me back inside where candlelight flickers across walls that hold echoes of our laughter and whispers of our vows.
As we fall into bed together, limbs entwined and hearts beating as one, I know that this is more than just an anniversary celebration—it's an affirmation of life reborn from ashes, of love stronger than fear.
Tonight is for us—for Ethan, for Asher, and Mason—and for me, Kristine Callahan, wife and mother who once thought love was lost but found it after running into a club to hide from my ex-husband's goons.
I inhale slowly, feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin. “Come on,” Ethan tells me, helping me back off the bed.
His hands roam my body, and his lips find my neck. I sigh and feel him unzipping my dress and letting it fall to my feet before he takes my hand again.
The bedroom in our suite has a pair of sliding doors that open onto the jacuzzi, which overlooks the sea. This is where he leads me now.
“It's perfect,” I whisper, dipping my foot into the water with Ethan right behind me.
My eyes close for a moment, and when I open them, I look up at the full moon in the sky. The breeze blows gently over us and caresses my naked body.
Ethan's hands run down my abdomen. His body clings to mine, and I feel him, naked and erect for me, cradling me.
His expert hands caress me with care. His fingers easily find the spot between my legs where he knows just how to drive me wild.
