The rest of the evening is a blur of laughter and happiness, until, without even realizing it, Grant and I are alone. The moon is huge in the sky, bathing us in gentle light as we move to the music the interpreter had brought with him and put on repeat.
Even though the singing is in Italian and I can’t understand a word of it, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anything so beautiful. When I tell Grant, he laughs. “Okay, it’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I love the way your voice gets all deep, and husky when you talk to me when we make love. I also love to hear your heart beating under my ear, it’s the best way to fall asleep.”
Grant’s arms tighten around me. “Hmm... I love hearing you laugh. The first time you laughed I wanted to hear it every day. I love hearing you moan my name. I also love hearing that little gasp you let out when I’m inside you. But I don’t think I’ve heard anything as beautiful as when you said you were mine, forever.”
“Finally, saying what I’ve been feeling since the moment I laid eyes on you was the easiest thing in the world to say.” I run a hand over his chest, stopping over the thudding of his heart. “Forever.”
Grant goes still as he looks into my eyes. “Forever.”
Then, right there, we slide down in a heated rush and seal our vow by making love under the moonlight, with the smell of flowers all around us.