EPILOGUE
Six months later
“IAN, YOU WON’T BELIEVE it,” I cried out with joy and ran into the kitchen where Ian was making breakfast as he would do every morning.
Ian left the spatula on the edge of the pan and came to me. He hugged me tightly and then, he kissed me like he hadn’t seen me only half an hour before. He would kiss me like that every morning, but it never got old. Every time, his passion enflamed me.
I was afraid at the beginning that his passion would slowly temper down and then it would vanish and everything would become just routine, but it seemed that my fears were unfounded.
His love for me hadn’t diminished in intensity. I could feel that, every day. It actually grew a little more with every day spent together. It was very difficult for both of us to be apart almost
