Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.
It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.
This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.