“Why the Man in the Moon?”
“Because he is – out of reach.”
He pulled her a little closer.
“I am not out of reach, Valessa, and I want to kiss you!”
He waited.
Very slowly, because she was shy, she turned her face up to his.
He felt her tremble and knew that it was not with fear.
Then slowly, as if he wanted to savour the moment, his lips were on hers.
Valessa realised that this was what she had wanted.
She had been so desperately afraid that when he had kissed her last night that his kiss had meant goodbye.
Instinctively, without thinking, she moved nearer to him.
His heart was beating against hers.
She felt that both the moon and the sun were shimmering through her body and that she was no longer herself but his.
She did not understand her feelings. But she wanted to give him
