Celine’s aunt laughs, and Celine rubs her face in mild embarrassment. Her aunt sighs,
“Good, I’m so happy for you. If he’s all of that and more he needs to hear it from you. I should probably have written some of that down for Michel.” Celine chuckles, “I’ll let you go. Message me later.” Celine smiles,
“Will do auntie. Thank you. I love you.” She ends the call, but remains sitting for a moment. Then there’s a soft knock on the door, and she nods and stands. She opens the door and stands there, looking at his chest. Unwilling for the moment to meet his eyes. He pulls her gently to him and holds her.
“I feel much the same, I just suck at words.” She sniffs, “Especially around you, my brain seems to stop wanting to work for some reason.” She wraps her arms around him tightly, smiling into
