He kissed me gently on the forehead, which only served to increase my unease. To feel pain in a new way. That which is ecstatic, bordering on euphoric.
Saying, "Dinner is ready," he announced the imminent arrival of food. "Come," To get to my front, he took my hand and walked through the couch. The assistance he provided in getting me to my feet was useless.
He grabbed me in an instant, and I landed squarely on his chest. I was taken aback by his quick action. He took my clumsy, all over the place hand and helped me find my way. Then, with his palm sliding from my arms to the curvature of my waist, he made my arms circle around his neck.
When we subtly altered our position, I noticed a change in the hue of his eyes. The transformation in his eyes caused by the light is like seei
