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Picture this. It’s one of those warm spring nights where the beach town hums quietly in the background, lulled by the rhythm of life. We’re at our usual spot—on the beach, just a little corner of the world we claimed as our own. The lights from distant boats flicker like distant stars, painting the dark with their soft, dreamy glow.

I’m cradling my guitar, fingers dancing over the strings, conjuring a melody that’s for Jennie, just Jennie. It’s raw and it’s intimate, a piece of my soul poured out in a cascade of notes.

And there’s Jennie, right beside me, a cluster of starlight and sweetness and stubbornness. She’s got her head on my shoulder, her soft hair tickling my neck. As the notes fill the night air, her gaze meets mine, and man, it’s electric. She gets it—every note, every pause, every word.

“Do you ever think…” Jennie starts, hesitating.

“About what?” I play along, my gaze fixed on the shimmering dance of the distant waves, as I try to keep my voice steady.

“About… us?” Her question hangs in the air, a gentle nudge against the wall I’ve built around my thoughts. It’s just a whisper, barely audible above the lull of the sea, but it echoes loudly within me. Her fingers, so much like a dancer’s, with their slender grace, trace aimless patterns on the sand, mirroring the clouds of uncertainty in her eyes.

The question catches me off guard, stirring up something deep within, something I’ve been wrestling with. It’s a hope that’s just starting to take root, one I’ve been too afraid to let bloom. “Always, Sweets… always.” I confess, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

I can almost taste the salt on the air, feel it mixing with the sweet scent of her – vanilla and warmth, something that’s all Jennie. It’s a heady mix, enough to send my mind spiraling down pathways I usually keep padlocked.

There’s an image of her under me, her body arched in ecstasy, eyes filled with a wild, untamed look that she reserves just for moments like these. Or above me, confident and radiant, lost in the feel of her own body as much as mine. The way she moves, the way she feels – it’s an intoxicating dance of love and lust that leaves me craving more.

And then there’s just Jennie. Just her. Not the dancer, not the lover, but the girl who cracks lame jokes when I’m feeling down, who listens to my music like each note is a secret just for her. The girl who sees Gabriel the man, not Gabriel the rockstar. And that, that’s the magic right there. I feel like I can be me, all of me, around her. No filters, no façade.

Just Gabriel.

Always Jennie, always us.