It was all just so intoxicating, and it was more potent than any liquor or drug.

Amory drew Isabella into his arms. She had never felt so safe as she leaned into him with her arms draped around Amory’s strong broad shoulders. He made sure not to rush to the stairs as his eyes never left hers.

“Did I do this on our wedding night? I’m sorry, but I cannot remember,” Amory asked in a quiet tone.

Bella grinned at the memory. “I think you drank too much at dinner. You stumbled, and so I propped you up.”

Amory smiled softly saying, “What an egregious error. I hope I correct such a foolish mistake.”

“I think you are making up for it right now.”

Taking her upstairs, they found themselves in the master suite they had built together. Amory letting her plan it all out, the room became her dream oasis, and Amory himself was just as integral to the dream as the impeccable bathroom and palatial bed. In the corner, one of her Marvin Gaye records spun around and echoed out a smooth melody. The decorative lanterns on their bookshelves were lit, and the faint scent of jasmine hung in the air. At some point in the party, Amory had snuck away to prep this moment, and Isabella was grateful.

She was eager to prove it as well.

Entering the room, he placed her on the California King bed like she was a holy and fragile thing meant to be worshipped. He stepped back for a moment, pulling off his tie and letting it drop to the floor as he took her in. Isabella was still fully clothed but she felt naked as his eyes looked her over and delighted in her.

Looking at her, he asked, “Do you know how lovely you are, Bella Donna?”

In her boldest move, Isabella replied, “Show me.”

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“I know what you mean.”

“Can you promise me you won’t leave for a year like that again?”

“I’ll do my best,” Isabella said with a soft laugh.

“Good.”

Isabella looked up at him with a tired body, but her heart full. His eyes were bright and alive in the darkness. The hunger had been satiated, so now only joy remained in the windows of his soul.

“I love you, Amory,” she whispered.

Without hesitation, he replied, “I love you too.”

Suddenly, her mind began to quiet as the comfort of the bed enveloped Isabella’s body. Her lids grew heavy, and she was out of time. There was no stopping Isabella from falling asleep. Amory whispered to her one last time before all consciousness slipped away.

“Happy Birthday, Isabella.”

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