As sanity returns, I open my eyes and gaze up into the face of the man I love. Christian’s
expression is soft, tender. He strokes his nose against mine, bearing his weight on his
elbows, his hands holding mine by the side of my head. Sadly, I suspect that’s so I don’t
touch him. He plants a gentle kiss on my lips as he eases himself out of me.
“I’ve missed this,” he breathes.
“Me too,” I whisper.
He takes hold of my chin and kisses me hard. A passionate, beseeching kiss, asking for
what? I don’t know. It leaves me breathless.
“Don’t leave me again,” he implores, looking deep into my eyes, his face serious.
“Okay,” I whisper and smile at him. His answering smile is dazzling; relief, elation, and
boyish delight combined into one enchanting look that would melt the coldest of hearts.
“Thank you for the iPad.”
“You are most welcome, Anastasia.”
“What’s your favorite song on there?”
“Now that would be telling.” He grins. “Come cook me some food, wench. I’m famished,”
he adds, sitting up suddenly and dragging me with him.
“Wench?” I giggle.