Blake waited nervously, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairwell. With each step, his heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through his veins. When she finally appeared before him again, the sight of her standing there, dressed in the same bridal white robe, left him momentarily stunned.
The fabric seemed to flow and move around her like a cloud, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle shiver that passed through her as the cool night air brushed against her skin.
He snapped out of his daze, realizing that he had forgotten his manners. "Ah, you must be cold." He stated, his voice a mixture of concern and awkwardness. "Here, take my jacket." He unbuttoned his jacket, moving to place it around her shoulders, his hands brushing softly against her skin as he draped the fabric over her frame.
She smiled softly at him and nodded in appreciation "Thank you, you're quite the gentlemen Mr. Watts"
Blake's heart skipped a beat at her words, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Y-you're welcome," he stuttered, his hands still lingering on her shoulders as he adjusted the jacket around her petite frame. "It's nothing."
As he withdrew his hands, he took a step back, admiring the contrast between the stark white of her robe and the dark fabric of his jacket. Despite his initial nervousness, he couldn't help but notice the way the fabric hugged her body just right.
She chuckled softly and tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear as the cool breeze whispered through the night, its playful fingers teasing a few loose tendrils of her hair. The glow of the moon cast a soft glow across her features, her gaze fixed on the garden ahead, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she took in the scene before her.
"How beautiful.." she mused, the words a soft whisper meant for only him to hear. Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the ethereal beauty of the garden beneath the moonlit sky.
As he stood there, gazing at the garden with her, his attention slowly shifted away from the view and towards her. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon her face, illuminating her features in an enchanting way. The way she stood there, her eyes reflecting the beauty of the night sky.
"You're right.. So beautiful.." he found himself murmuring, his voice barely above a whisper. But then he snapped out of his daze, realizing he wasn't looking at the garden anymore.
Mortified, he tried to cover up his slip, his words turning into a stuttering mess. "I... I-I mean, t-the garden, of course! T-the garden looks lovely under the moonlight!" he blurted out, his cheeks growing red with embarrassment as he tried to cover up his Freudian slide
She chuckled at his stuttering words before looking up at him smiling softly "Shall we Mr. Watts?"
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