This is a SEQUEL TO TOGETHER WITH LOVE story. It is a standalone book. You don't have to read the first book to read this.
Mireya Waters was such a charming girl, who would light up the whole place with her smile. She is beautiful. She loves Alexa...
I became your flower. As if we were waiting, we bloom until we ache.
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I wanted some alone with her. It was so difficult to remain untouchable in the home with her by my side; there were kids everywhere. I didn't even get a full kiss because the kids always surrounded her. I know they love them, but I want some attention too. They always steal her away from me. So, I took Mireya out today to our private beach where my dad and mum would spend time together. She looked so beautiful in her summer floral dress. Her amethyst eyes looked bright and beautiful just like her skin.
The horizon was tinged with the soft hues of twilight, where the sun's last rays kissed the water with a gentle caress. Our private beach stretched out before us, a sanctuary of sand and sea that Mireya adored. I watched her from a distance as she stood at the water's edge, the breeze playing with her hair, her silhouette framed by the golden glow of the setting sun.
I walked up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me, sighing contentedly. This was her favorite time of day. And tonight, I wanted to make it unforgettable.
"Mireya," I murmured into her ear, feeling her shiver at my touch.
"How are you feeling, baby?" She turned in my arms, her eyes meeting mine.
"I'm okay, Alex," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. "Especially now, with you."
I kissed her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of lavender that clung to her skin. "I have something for you."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Her curiosity piqued, and she arched an eyebrow.
I stepped back, pulling my phone from my pocket. With a few swipes, I found the song – our song – the one we had danced to on our first date, the one that had played during countless moments of joy and sorrow. As the first notes floated through the air, Mireya's eyes widened in recognition.
"Alex..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"May I have this dance?" I asked, holding out my hand.
She took it, and we moved to the rhythm of the music, the world around us fading into oblivion. It was just us, the sand beneath our feet, and the ocean whispering its secrets to the shore. I held her close, feeling the frailty in her body, but also the indomitable spirit that refused to be broken.
With each step, I was reminded of why I loved her so fiercely. She was a warrior, my Mireya. Every day was a battle, and every moment a victory. I spun her around, her laughter mingling with the music, a sound more beautiful than any melody.
As the song reached its crescendo, I dipped her low, my lips finding hers in a kiss that spoke of all the things words could never capture. The taste of salt and tears mingled between us, a reminder of the trials we faced, but also the depth of our connection. She clung to me, her fingers threading through my hair, anchoring us to this perfect moment.
