Vevina couldn't believe how happy she was. In the two weeks since she and Astrid had become intimate, life was simply wonderful. They laughed, they kissed, they loved, while her wife gave her lessons in all sorts of things, including making love. She felt her cheeks redden from the cherished memories, but more so with the love for Astrid that was growing stronger in her heart each day. And she let her know of her love often, even though she had yet to tell her the same.
She knew without a doubt that Astrid did and in time would speak the words to her. She'd be patient, and why not? Every day with her was amazing.
Vevina shivered, a sudden chill descending over her, and her bright smile faded to a frown. Her joy actually frightened her. She feared somehow it would disappear, or worse, th
