And I also prayed this serene time together would help us weave that delicate tapestry of our budding relationship into a powerful bond of love.
Yes, love. Although I had stretched out my tale for as long as possible, I hadn’t blueprinted every detour in the narrative, hadn’t orchestrated every breathless pause. Several times I found myself looking up into that handsome face and totally losing my train of thought. My heart would thump against my ribs, my stomach would ache, and my balls would tighten, making it difficult to return to the story without first replenishing myself with a taste of his sweet lips.
Yes, damn it, I felt myself falling in love with this man.
And hard!