It had been an evening when the sun fell lazily over the water. Wrapped in a blanket, she had peered through the glass at the setting sun, wondering if everything she felt at the moment was indeed really happening to her. Somewhere behind her, she smelled the slow simmer of food and could hear him moving about in the kitchen.
Goosebumps surfaced on her arms and she smiled knowing she wasn't really cold at all.
"You okay?" she heard from the distance. He was only about six feet away, but her mind, senses, were someplace else wrapping around the moments of the past hour and a half. She always got this way when they talked this much, when they connected in the ways she hoped they always would.
"Mmm hmmm," she responded, turning to face him.
"You know, I never want that to happen with you," he said. "This is different. I don't want it to happen that way this time. I love it with you."
She smiled. She believed him.
Someplace inside she relaxed her boundaries, finally accepted that this was going to be something far beyond what she ever knew before.
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