Chapter 45
With the faintest of touches, I brushed the iridescent blue feather across his perfect lips. They twitched in response and I grinned. It was so hard to be patient. Languidly, I traced it over each remembered scar: his forearms and wrists, his ribs and cheekbone. Not one of them remained now. I pulled his wedding ring gently from his finger to check if the inscription was still there. It was fine, not even warped, so I slid it back on, wondering if the words had glowed while we were in the fire.
The silky feather skimmed over all the places I wanted to kiss, which luckily filled in quite some time while Noah kept reminding me not to rush him. A flock of sparrows sang for us nearby, distracting me with their aerial antics as I related to their carefree flight. Laughing at their
