"Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my dearest compared to other men. I love to sit in it's shadow, and its fruit is sweet to my taste. He brought me to his banquet hall and raised the banner of lover over me."
-Song of songs 2:3-4
Abigail:
I’m on fire the rest of the night as we all celebrate with dancing and feasting. I can feel his eyes on me as we all dance, laugh, and eat, and I’m not complaining. With tired limbs, a full stomach, and a small fire burning in my lower abdomen, I’m ready to take him to bed. It’s not official until I do anyway, so why wait? It’s why I rushed the ceremony in the first place.
I see him on the other side of the bonfire, and he pauses to look at me, our eyes lock. I can see it in his expression, and I know he can see it in min
