Page 150 of Wild Tangled Hearts

I step out of the truck, the cool breeze tousling my hair as I take in our surroundings. The scent of pine trees and earth fills the air.

"So we are hiking," I remark, my tone playful but tinged with worry. "I don't have the right shoes."

Alex chuckles, his laughter like a soothing melody. "Don't worry. We're not going far, just a short walk."

With that, he places his hands over my eyes, blocking my vision. I feel a flutter of excitement mixed with curiosity as we start walking again, his grip steady and guiding. My trust in him is absolute, and I allow myself to be led into the unknown.

The ground beneath my feet changes from gravel to soft earth, and the distant sound of a bubbling stream reaches my ears. Each step we take together deepens the sense of adventure and intimacy. I can't help but wonder what surprise awaits me at the end of this path.

Finally, Alex comes to a stop. “We’re here.” He removes his hands from my eyes, and as I blink against the sudden burst of sunlight I gasp.

Before us stands a luxurious yurt, its cream-colored canvas walls adorned with intricate patterns that seem to dance in the sunlight. It's nestled beneath a canopy of tall trees, creating a sense of seclusion and intimacy. Two vibrant red Muskoka chairs are set up around a cozy fire pit, and a large sheet hangs from the branches above, forming an impromptu movie screen. A projector stands ready, casting a soft glow in the late afternoon light. The area around us is adorned with flowers and vines, their colors and fragrances filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating scent. Soft blankets are laid out on the ground, inviting us to sit, relax, and enjoy the beauty of this carefully crafted paradise.

"Wow," I whisper, my voice filled with emotion as I turn to face him. "This is beyond incredible. How did you even think of this?"

He smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "I wanted to create a special memory, just for us."

My heart swells with love for this amazing man who continues to surprise and delight me.

Unable to contain my surge of emotion, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

As we pull away, our foreheads resting against each other, I whisper, "I love you."

He gives me a dimpled smile. “So you like it?”

“So much!”

“Good,” he says. “Because it’s ours.”

“What do you mean?”

"I bought this land a few years ago with a plan in mind. I wanted to make it another base for SummitStar. But...” His thumb strokes my cheek. “You made me want something different. I wanted to create a space just for us. And if you ever want someplace to go to paint or draw, it’s here for you.”

My heart swells with emotion as his words sink in. “Thank you.”

He grins. “Come on. There’s more.” His hand finds mine, and we make our way toward the yurt.

The moment I step inside, my breath catches. The interior of the yurt is as enchanting as the outside, with soft, ambient light casting a warm, inviting glow. Plush cushions and blankets create an inviting, cozy nest. In the center, a low table is adorned with a bottle of champagne, glistening in a silver ice bucket, and two crystal glasses.

A magnificent bed, dressed in fine linens and plush pillows, promises nights of shared passion. My heart flutters when I see the art easel that stands proudly in one corner, surrounded by an array of vibrant paints and a canvas ready for creation.

There’s even a small but well-equipped kitchen area, with a wood-burning stove that promises warmth during cooler nights.

"It's incredible. You've thought of everything."

I close the distance between us, my fingers gently tracing the contours of Alex's jaw. His eyes hold a yearning that mirrors my own.

Our lips meet in a tender kiss that quickly deepens with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His hands, strong yet gentle, trace a path along my back, igniting a trail of sensations that send shivers down my spine. My fingers weave through his hair, holding him close.

“I think we should see how comfortable that bed is,” I say, smiling up at him.

He gives a low groan and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth never leaves mine as he carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the plush mattress.

Our hands explore each other's bodies with a hungry yearning, igniting a blaze of longing that threatens to consume me.

Alex's lips break away from mine, and he gazes into my eyes with a smoldering intensity that sends a delicious shiver down my spine. "You're irresistible," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire.

I respond with a sultry smile. "And you," I whisper, tracing my fingers along his jawline, "are dangerously intoxicating."

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