Sitting in front of one of the big floor to ceiling windows, cuddled deeply into Rafayels arms, your legs spread out between his, as you both are watching a glorious sunset behind the glass. His back is leaned against the window frame and his gorgeous eyes mirroring the sight outside, blue and pink—the setting sun that touches the ocean.

You're not talking much, just enjoying the proximity of each other, basking in body warmth and some last sun rays that are falling through the huge windows in front of you.

Rafayel has you wrapped up in his cardigan, hanging low on his shoulders, so it reaches around your body. His arms holding you and the cloth at your belly.

You're always fascinated by his artsy hands with the long elegant fingers and some paint beyond his manicured nails. So you start playing with it idly, stroking along the smooth skin, admiring each millimeter of these skilled limbs that aren't only able to paint.

On his middle finger at the right hand sits the ring, one of a pair he designed and personally carved the big blue stones for it. Rafayel never takes it off, not even for creating his art. If some paint dropped on it, he rather scrubs and cleans it for hours instead of letting it hang on a chain around his neck.

Your own fingers glide along the veins at the back of his hand now, gently mapping every ridge, the valleys and hills that make the bones and joints.

„Are you searching for something on my hands, cutie?" comes his voice, quiet and soft, his breath tickling your earlobe.

Startled, you stop for a second before you continue to fiddle with his fingers. „No. Just admiring your hands, my love." you admit smiling warmly.

Rafayel chuckles lightly, his chest vibrating at your back. His artistry limbs caging your wandering fingers gently, guiding them to his lips and placing a feathery kiss on the tips. „My hands aren't just for painting, you know?" he winks at you with playful twinkles in his unique eyes, his voice drop to a seductive husky tone.

Laughing at his suggestive hint, you turn your upper body halfway to meet his gaze. „Oh? Mister Rafayel, you have to show me because I'm afraid I can't remember what you're hinting at?" you flutter your lashes and play innocently.

His bluish-pink eyes widen for a second in surprise before mirth is setting in, and he leans his head closer to yours. His gaze flicks to your lips and back. „Don't worry, my darling bodyguard. Let me show you everything again till you can't forget it anymore, yeah?"

Soft pink lips meet yours in a sweet gentle kiss and you find yourself relaxing and sighing into it, not aware how much you missed the feeling of it despite the fact that you stole each other's kisses throughout the day. You'll never get enough of his warmth, the taste and the scent that comes with it.