Faith
”I don’t want to let you go.”
Blearily I opened my eyes, I had been almost asleep , face pressed against Declan’s bare chest, his arms about my body. We were laying in bed , like we had been for the last forty-eight hours. Ever since he had made love to me with the giant sunflowers over head.
”Declan…” I knew he didn’t want me to go, that we had barely left the room and I hadn’t really seen any of his kingdom and that was partly my fault because of truth be told I had wanted to stay right here. Naked in his arms.
“You could just choose me,” he scooted upwards to lean on his elbow. Eyes never leaving my face.
“You know I can’t do that.”
His face fell and I hated to be the person to hurt him. He was kind and considerate and our time together had been filled with tender moments a
