The following weekend, Jill and Crystal decided it was time to break away from their busy schedules and take a short trip together—a "mini baecation." After bouncing around a few ideas, they landed on Savannah, Georgia, a city rich with history, cozy streets, and romantic charm. It felt like the perfect setting for a weekend getaway, somewhere they could explore hand in hand, away from the demands of their daily lives.
They arrived late on a Friday afternoon, and Jill, ever the romantic, had arranged for them to stay in a boutique hotel with quaint, historical touches. The place was tucked away down a cobblestone street, with ivy climbing its red-brick walls and the scent of magnolias drifting through the air.
As they entered the room, Crystal took a moment to take it all in. "Babe, this is beautiful," she murmured, walking over to the window that looked out onto the city below.
Jill wrapped her arms around Crystal from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Only the best for you," she whispered, her voice soft. Crystal leaned back into Jill's embrace, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.
The first evening, they decided to keep things low-key, exploring the city's nearby streets, where the Spanish moss hung low over historic squares, adding a dreamlike feel to the setting. They stopped at a small, family-owned restaurant Jill had found, where they shared a delicious Southern meal and laughed over memories from their first few dates.
After dinner, they walked along the riverfront, where live jazz floated from a nearby cafe. Without a word, Jill gently took Crystal's hand, pulling her into a slow dance right there on the riverwalk. Crystal's heart fluttered as she swayed in Jill's arms, the sounds of the saxophone blending with the warmth of Jill's touch.
The next day, they set out to explore the city, stopping by antique shops, local art galleries, and quiet cafes. As they strolled, Jill reached for Crystal's hand, their fingers naturally intertwining as they laughed and shared stories. At one of the galleries, they found themselves admiring a painting of a coastal scene, the waves crashing against the shore in vibrant blues and whites.
"Imagine living somewhere like this," Crystal mused. "A little house by the sea, far away from all the noise."
Jill looked at her thoughtfully, a hint of a smile on her lips. "I could see that," she said. "Waking up to the sound of waves, cooking breakfast together, no rush, just us."
Crystal's heart swelled at the image, and she glanced over at Jill. "Maybe one day?"
Jill smiled, squeezing Crystal's hand. "Maybe one day."
That evening, back at the hotel, Jill surprised Crystal with a small gift: a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny engraved charm that read, Always. Crystal's eyes lit up as she held it in her hand, feeling its smooth weight between her fingers.
"Jill, this is beautiful," she whispered, her voice catching.
Jill took the bracelet and gently fastened it around Crystal's wrist, her fingers lingering there. "I want you to remember this weekend. Us. Wherever we are, this is where I want to be—with you."
Crystal leaned in, capturing Jill's lips in a slow, tender kiss, savoring the feeling of Jill's warmth against her. They stood like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, their connection feeling as strong and steady as the quiet city around them.
As the weekend came to an end, they packed their bags and took a slow drive back, holding hands as they talked about everything and nothing, basking in the afterglow of their getaway. The trip was a reminder of what they'd built, how far they'd come, and how much more they wanted to experience together.
When they finally returned to their daily lives, Crystal found herself glancing down at her wrist every now and then, feeling the bracelet there, a reminder of a promise that felt like the start of something lasting. And each time Jill saw her look at it, she'd catch her gaze, smile, and whisper, "Always."
