Cyllvia started to laugh. After she stopped, she smiled at Oliver. “What’s going on, Ollie? Seriously?”
Oliver returned her smile. He took her hand inside the palms of his own hands. “I think it’s time that I left the past behind.”
Cyllvia alerted to the words. “Ollie.” She removed her hand from his palms. She began to tenderly stroke his cheek. “Your life before meeting me was special. I would never want you to forget the good parts of that special life.” She took his hand and brought it to her lips for a tender kiss. “You suffered a tragedy that no person on this earth could ever overcome.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I can never replace what you lost, but I would love to move forward with you, Ollie.”
With great flourish, Antoine, the large security officer of the club
