Darrell heard the words. He watched her perfect lips form and shape each syllable. The vowels sailed to him on sighs of air. The few consonants, like the V in love, sent a shock wave straight to his heart.
She loved him. She wanted to be with him. She chose him.
She was in his arms. Her head was tilted back looking up at him. Her lips drew nearer and nearer to him.
Darrell hesitated. There was a reason he should stop her lips from getting too close to his. But for the life of him he couldn’t puzzle out why. Beau’s lips touched his and the pieces of the puzzle splattered.
An hour ago, Darrell hadn’t believed he’d ever hold her again in his arms. He inhaled when she kissed him; soaking in her very essence. He let the taste, touch, and feel of her invade his soul. She moaned and he added
