*Gina*
Closing my eyes, I relish the warmth of his lips. The part of me that believes in the love between rogues and maidens, that wove fanciful tales where happiness is always nearby, dares to imagine his words mean more than they do. That he isn't speaking in generalizations about the value of a person but is referring specifically to my worth. It makes my heart sing and my toes curl.
I can’t believe how grateful I am to have him once more within my apartment, how he chase away the shadows of loneliness, how his presence brightens the room more than any lamp.
When he pulls back, I want to wrap my arms around him and hold him near.
I hear a commotion and voices in the adjoining room, realizing others have entered, which manages to snap me back to reality. Silly chit, to have all those
