the many charms about you
Sinatra croons from the stereo. Candlelight flickers from the table. Coffee chills in ceramic mugs.
She rests her head on his chest as he spins them in slow circles, bare feet shuffling over the rug. His hand is a warm pressure at the small of her back, leading her with the slightest movements. That's how they've always done it.
Subtle actions replacing words.
She shifts her head up, just barely, so that she can drop a kiss on his throat. "I love you. I don't say it enough. But I do."
"I know." He tips his head down, his mouth meeting hers in a gentle kiss. "But it's still nice to hear."