Bailey POV
The sun melts into the ocean painting the sky in shades of amber and rose that I've never seen anywhere else. We're sitting on the upper deck of the yacht, my back against Orion's chest, his arms wrapped loosely around me as we watch the last of the light bleed into the horizon.
"I don't think I've ever seen anything that beautiful," I whisper. Sunsets in Michigan or Chicago ain't this beautiful.
Orion's lips brush against my temple. "I haven't looked at the sunset once," he murmurs. "I've been looking at you."
I turn to find him already watching me, his blue eyes darker than usual in the fading light, and something in his expression makes my breath catch.
“ Bailey, you are more beautiful than this sunset. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He murmurs, his
