The Best Place

She swooned as she got out of the car. A light sea breeze blew through her hair as it danced past her and wove its way across the rose trellis before the beach house. “This is where we’ll be staying this weekend? It’s too beautiful!”

“Yes, you are, my dear.” He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her. She slapped his forearm playfully, and he laughed. “But yes, we will have all this to ourselves.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and squirmed out of his arms excitedly. “I just love how rustic this is!” She beamed at him with pride. “You really do know how to choose the best places.”

He bowed at her words. “Only for you, my princess.”

She rolled her eyes at him and entered the garden. “I want to explore! Race you to the front door!” And she ran off happily.

His eyes looked after her long, dark hair, her lithe figure, and her carefree movements. “The best place is by your side,” he murmured. He then slipped his hand in his pocket, where he felt the presence of a velvet box, and strode in after her with a big smile on his face.

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Image source: arteet.com/painting/vicolo-costa-101242
First written May 2, 2018.
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