He fastened the necklace around my neck. I caressed it before turning around to face him again.
“Now I understand what my father felt like seeing my mother in the necklace.”
My eyes misted. “It's beautiful. Thank you.”
He kissed my forehead. “You're welcome.”
I tried to fight it— but a tear seeped from my eyes and rolled down my face.
“Did I say something?”
I sniffled, shaking my head. “Six years ago, I never thought this moment was possible.”
“Six years ago, I thought I'd lost you for good.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Thank you for coming back.”
He leaned closer. “May I?”
I nodded.
Our lips met in a slow, aching kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hand found my waist.
We took each other's breath and returned it at will.
After a moment, we parted, and panted,
