As quiet as I can, I snap away, zooming in and out, squatting low and stepping onto the running board to get higher, encapsulating this moment at every possible angle. And when Jasper turns to me, his face lit only by the rapidly fading sunlight, he’s never been more beautiful.

I love you.

I think this to myself as I look into the viewfinder and zoom into his face as close as I can before snapping one last picture.

“Get any good ones?” He winks before rounding the Jeep and pulling our luggage out of the trunk.

“Eh.” I shrug, tucking my camera back inside its case. “Not sure, the model was a little iffy.”

“Damn!” His laughter is loud against the quiet night. Outside the small but vibrant city, the only sounds around us are the chirps of crickets in the rustling grass and the steady flow of the nearby river.

Jasper punches the lock code into the door before bringing our bags inside, and I follow close behind him carrying my backpack and the small cooler stuffed to the rim with snacks.

His hands run against the wall until he finally finds the light switch. It’s always a little nerve-racking to make decisions based on a few pictures on the internet. I mean, MTV did create an entire series based on the dangers of this. But lucky for us, our quaint little cabin is even more charming than in the pictures.

Wood from floor to ceiling; it’s only broken up by the ornate rug blocking off the living room. A couch much bigger than I would’ve assumed in the small space is pushed against the wall, with a tiny hand-carved table in front of it. An electric fireplace is on the far wall to balance out the space and a ceiling fan spins overhead. The kitchen, like everything else, is tiny but modern. It’s the perfect amount of space for us to unpack our cooler and tuck away the couple of bags of groceries we grabbed when we drove into town.

There’s a tiny hallway behind the kitchen. I open the door and turn on the light, revealing a small bathroom with a shower I definitely won’t be sharing with Jasper this time, before my hand settles on the doorknob to the final room. For obvious reasons, the bedroom is the space I’m most eager to see. Thanks to the rise in popularity of tiny homes, it was almost impossible to find a space where you didn’t have to climb a ladder of some type to get into bed. I send up a quick prayer to the goddess of sexy times that we didn’t somehow get stuck in a cabin with bunk beds and push open the door.