6
“Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?” I asked Daniel dreamily as I held up our entwined hands.
“It’s pretty fantastic,” he smiled down at me.
Despite the calmness that he was somehow infusing me with, I couldn’t keep my niggling fears at bay. I turned my head against my stacked pillows to gaze up at him, unwilling to let go of his hand, but needing more questions answered. “Is this wrong?” I asked, assuming that he would know I meant our budding relationship.
“Does it feel wrong?” He answered my query with one of his own.
“No, it feels marvelous,” I gushed.
His eyes were twinkling down at me. “Agreed,” he said, nearly taking my breath away. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept that he was really here and enjoying being with me as much as I was thrilled to be spending time
