Author's note: a little short for those who don't want to be single anymore. (not that being single is a bad thing, just you know every day in its season)
"My love," she traced her hands along the sides of his questioning face, kissing him in the silence that drew each to the other.
"My love," she said again as she withdrew her lips from his, letting her eyes rest squarely upon his searching gaze.
She kissed him again. And again.
His hands crept softly around her silken tresses, drawing her deeper into his embrace.
Her eyes were closed, her mouth fastened upon his. He was the guide now, showing her new unspoken vistas with each movement of his tongue and jaw. She was fluid, melting, flowing with him.
Her fingers rejoiced as they clasped with utmost care those locks she coveted so. Rejoiced at the heat of his neck.
She belonged here in this moment-this moment where she could feel he belonged totally to her. The price for such sweet revelation? Ah, everything.
Still, she'd resolved long ago to ransom everything for a moment like this.
"My love," he murmured as her heart shuddered with untold ecstasy.
