I got up to lock your bedroom door.
That's when the both of us knew, but I sat down and stroked your hair back from your forehead.
"Do you want to… do this?"
You smiled at me, and your face was so happy and content, sweat-sheened and rosy that I had to grin back.
"I do," your smile grew wild and shy, "but I don't know just what I want to do."
I lay down again and laughed. "Me either," I admitted. "But I think we're on the track of something lovely."
"Yes," and you curled against me, still glowing.