He watched her eyes for a long moment, those beautiful, brilliant eyes. If they were truly the window to the soul, as people said, then what a soul he was gazing at. She was, and always had been, the woman.
He reached out, a hand gently touching her cheek, as if expecting her to disappear. To prove to be a hallucination, once again. To be somehow not real. But she was. He felt the warmth of her skin under his hand, the smoothness of it.
"There's only one way to find out," he said, then brought his lips against her.
The potential upside, really, was that given everything that had passed, he already knew what she wanted in a kiss.
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He watched her eyes for a long moment, those beautiful, brilliant eyes. If they were truly the window to the soul, as people said, then what a soul he was gazing at. She was, and always had been, the woman.
He reached out, a hand gently touching her cheek, as if expecting her to disappear. To prove to be a hallucination, once again. To be somehow not real. But she was. He felt the warmth of her skin under his hand, the smoothness of it.
"There's only one way to find out," he said, then brought his lips against her.
The potential upside, really, was that given everything that had passed, he already knew what she wanted in a kiss.