Aiden's POV
We left the party without looking back. The sounds of clinking glasses and the hum of idle conversation slowly faded as we stepped into the cool evening air. Alexia's fingers were intertwined with mine as we walked through the quiet city streets. The bright lights of the skyline shimmered above us, casting a glow on the cobblestone sidewalks.
For once, it felt like we were just two people, not husband and wife, not anything anyone expected us to be. We were just Aiden and Alexia. And it felt good. Damn good.
Her fingers, delicate but firm, curled into mine, and I didn't let go. Her hand fit perfectly with mine, like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally clicked into place. She wasn't talking much, and neither was I. It was nice. The kind of quiet that didn't need words but was filled with everything that mattered.
