The slow gentle beat of his heart matched the soft thud of her own. He cradled her closely. So close that her head rose and fell with each subtle breath he took. In. One. Two. Out. Three. Four. Almost hypnotic.
Laying in the bed of his pick-up truck on a comfy blanket, the two only had the moon and stars to judge them. Even if the moment was to be savored, Jasmine poked at a stray thread that lay trapped under the belt of her lover.
She always doubted her looks. Her worth. “You’ve been awfully quiet today, Jasmine. What’s wrong?” The husky rumble of his voice brought Jasmine from her thoughts. “I have a question. What’s your favorite part of me? Look wise.” Her question was answered with the light rustle of the blanket as Carlos sat up with a soft grunt.
Jasmine followed leaning her weight back on her arm. “Now what makes you ask something like that?” Carlos playfully tease. “Just because…” Jasmine mumbled, trying to avoid letting Carlos see she was on the verge of tears. With a soft sigh he cupped the face of the woman he loved dearly.