When his hands found me, I thought I was dreaming, so with my eyes closed tight I prayed I would not wake. They were so warm on my skin, his breath softly sweet on my cheek.
‘Look at me, Susannah.’
My eyes shot open. ‘Oh, dear God. You’re really here?’ I clung to him, unable to quite shake off my fear that this was just some vivid, deceiving dream.
He kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands explored my body beneath my nightgown. ‘I’m here. Believe me. Christ, I’ve missed you, amore mio.’
amore mioWhen my arms closed around him and I felt the familiar solidity of his back and shoulders, I knew it was true. And, Jesu, we were so tender with each other then. Touching. Stroking. Whispering our love. Later, we lay facing each other, just drinking in the reality of it until we
