Our gaze locks for a moment. Silence stretches between us for what seems like eternity. Her questions hang in the air.
“That's a ridiculous thing to ask,” I growl.
I avert my gaze from her, I feel that she'll see the answers she's looking for in my eyes.
Then I continue. “I married you because I love you. I really do.”
She stands there just staring at me. Her eyes glistening in tears. I can see the doubts flickering in her gaze.
I pull her to me with all the gentility I can give.
“You still haven't answered my question,” she whispers, gazing into my eyes.
I try to respond but the words are stuck in my throat, unable to speak.
Further delay in telling her how much I love will count for suspicion and so, in a desperate attempt, I kiss her.
Parting her lips with my tongue, coaxing
