All day, as he held her while they sat out in the sand, or while they lounged in the water, or even when he put a movie on for them, her mind had been going over his words. She loved them. They touched her. So much so that she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She wanted it with him like she never wanted anything before.
“You’re smiling again,” he told her, kissing the top of her head. She rolled her eyes. It was rather funny, though, that her mind wasn’t even focused on the movie at all. She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she wasn’t paying attention to anything else.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Of course not, I love seeing your smile. However, I don’t think you’re smiling over the fact that your stomach has growled. Twice now.”
“It has not.” She turned around to slap h
