Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
His teasing evasions end the moment he can tell she is sincere, and even that small indicator of how well he can read her is enough to melt her heart. Things she has never taken for granted before their wedding now seem all the more precious in the wake of such a momentous day dedicated to all the reasons she loves him. The greenery would seem to otherwise swallow the cabin, but it stands like a befriended fixture instead, as part of the landscape as the ivy and dirt pathways. It continues on, into the cabin, and Evie makes a strangled noise of indiscernible emotion as she takes in petals upon petals, flowers and ferns, like a scene from one of her favored novels. All of it so genuine, so painstakingly detailed.
Turning to see him leaned confident and attractive against the doorframe, any notion of swimming is put to shame by the happy tears that cling to her fiery lashes. Surely to be this happy must be impossible, but even the ache in her cheeks doesn’t matter as she laughs, choked and wet. “It’s perfect. It feels like a dream.” She moves into his gravity just to lean up to kiss him, needing proof that it isn’t. It’s a kiss that lingers, slow and sensual, pouring every ounce of admiration and gratitude for his forethought into it.
Pulling away, she tilts her forehead against his and blinks away the happy tears to make way for her grin. “Would you prefer night swimming, or swimming with the sunrise?” Swimming always ends pleasurably for them, which is frankly the perfect positive reinforcement for Evie to keep learning how to.
