"I wanted to give us a more refreshing memory of this place," Damien answered. His hand was steady at the small of her back, protective even in this quiet moment. They broke past a small cluster of trees, and Luna's breath caught when she saw it: a blanket spread carefully over the grass, a lantern casting a warm amber glow, and a pair of crystal glasses resting beside a bottle of wine.
"Oh, Damien…" Luna sighed, her heart swelling as she pressed a hand to her lips. "Now this is a vacation." The woods around them felt suddenly transformed, the air gentler.
"Our lives have been one madness to the other," Damien admitted, his gaze never leaving her face. "We never had a date. I hope this counts as one."
"It counts as three," Luna said, her lips curving as she leaned closer, brushing her fingers lightly over his jaw.
