"Hello?"
"Hello, my beautiful darling."
Sabe smiled despite herself, biting her lip. "You need to stop that," she told him.
Ducchi laughed. "Stop what?"
"You know what. I've told you before. Whenever you say that, you get this tone to your voice and . . . "
"And what? It sends you into ecstasy? Even just the mere sound of my voice is enough to-"
"Ducchi, stop it!"
"Oh, come on. I'm just joking."
"You think you are, but you really do have a way with words. And your voice is so soft and sweet."
"And yours is mellifluous, rich and smooth like the thick honey of an arilibiscus," he drawled. "And it makes me wish I could hold you right now . . . "
"Ohh, no, honey. You need to stop. You're making me ache. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to wait."
"Tomorrow is only a day away, my love. We only need to sleep one more night."
Sabé mused that thought, making herself even more anxious for the next day to begin. "We only need to sleep one more night by ourselves. . . . I can't wait to marry you tomorrow."
"I can't wait, either, Sabé. I don't think I can sleep tonight."
"Same, but promise me you'll at least try. I don't want you yawning the entire time you're saying your vows to me. I just know you'll have a new poem of words to amaze me!" she joked. Ducchi laughed with her. "Of course not. I'll try to sleep. Then, I'll wake up and I'll be thinking of you, imagining how stunning you will look. No! I take that back! My dreams tonight will be about you. How about that?"
"Oh, Ducchi."
"It's only tomorrow, darling."
"Tomorrow. I love you."
"But I've loved you longer."
He hung up and Sabé bit her lip again, sighing to herself. He was right. Tomorrow was less than a day away. Less than a day and they would spend the rest of their lives together. Finally.