Julia and Christian looked up at his ceiling. Once again they had been
ruled by their passion, which in turn left them exhausted.
Christian turned his head and looked at the beautiful woman lying
beside him and hoped he would always be able to look at her like this.
He was in love. He felt it. He knew it. He loved it.
He leaned over and kissed her softly, causing her to turn to him. She
smiled, turning to face him, taking a deep breath, wanting to say
something, but then stopped, not knowing how to say it.
"What?" he asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked down ar
his chest, fingering his chest hair, "I want to ask you something, but
first I'm going to tell you something and I don't want to think I've
gone looney."
Christian turned toward her and caressed her face, "Don't be
ridiculous. Tell me."
"When you and Sean were fixing my face... I had an... experience," she
started slowly. Christian pulled him closer to him and she continued,
"I some how got a glimpse at what it would have been like had I not
left you that one night you and I were together."
Christian smiled, "Did we have a good life?"
She nodded, "We were very well off, and you and I had our own
practice, but aside from that, we really didn't have that great of a
relationship. Christian didn't know what to say, so he just kissed her.
She took a deep breath and asked her question, "Are you ready to
settle down and be mine and mine alone. Christian looked at her blankly.