Orsa
He lay on top of me for some time, nuzzling my neck, kissing along my collarbone. I loved his warmth, the weight of him on me. Then he looked up at me, his brown eyes so filled with gratefulness, he almost shattered the heart he’d just pieced together.
He lay beside me, turning me towards him and pulling my leg over his hip as we lay face to face.
He stroked my face and I mimicked him, running my fingers through his beard. How had I deprived myself of this for so long?
“I am so in love with you,” he murmured.
I was sure my heart had stopped beating.
“You are?” I whispered.
I closed my eyes as he gave me a lingering kiss. I hummed contentedly and he pulled away from me, smiling.
“Ardently so, yes.”
“Say it again.”
I was breathless.
“I love your selflessness, your goodness
