Bound by Moonlight

Beatrix's P.O.V.

The crickets were chirping, and the tall, natural grass was rustling in the breeze. The sound of the night had never been more comforting as I worked myself up for what was about to happen.

No one needed to know about tonight unless we told them. It could be our secret, our private moment to be ourselves and embrace our connection.

Things had been sweet and loving for the past