I get up from the desk, carefully setting down my ink-covered quill. I was writing a letter, but that can wait. Right now, I have something to do.
At the expression on my face, John steps back a bit. I must look crazy; I haven't slept today. But I grab his arms and smash my face into his, kissing him. He reaches back and pushes his lips harder into mine, and I whisper, "Is this enough of a difference for you?" He smiles, and I know it means yes.
